beautiful feeling
I sat inside the bus,
Grinning like a fool,
Watching the dark rain clouds
Cuddled together into
A giant candy floss,
Moving behind the trees afar!
The yellow castle-
Who always stood in gloom,
Seemed to have expectations…
When we stop expecting-
And curl up within us,
We feel lost.
There are times again,
That persuades us to expect!
And it drizzled…
And my window was an art
With the drizzling drops!
The castle felt belonged,
As I feel belonged being loved.
Love is a beautiful feeling,
So is the rain...
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