The night shower is an artist
On my frozen window panes
Shining sketches are born
Filled with my colourless mute desires
The dancing golden flame in my room
Turned those droplets into diamonds
In the dreams that blossomed
Pictures breathed life to memories
I shall weave the thread of rain
To tender wings, i shall soar
Across mounts and mighty seas
To you, on this lovely night.
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