Whenever there is rain, I have had the dreams,
of lush greens with popping fruits after blooms,
Whenever there are pessimists, I have had the goose bumps,
to pierce through their volatile whims with my hair pins,
Whenever I see an intolerant human, I have a voice in my eyes,
which may not be heard, but smitten them to be love sick,
Whenever I pass through the fire, I have had the desire,
of dousing it with eternal nectar to continue for ever,
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