The rain that pours
bores drops of memories
of you and me.
The bright sun outside
shines the happiness
of you and me.
The leaves that fall from the trees
reminds the silly fights and arguments
of you and me.
The streets covered with fog
narrates the fun and joy
of you and me.
Seasons differ,
the reasons won't.
Whether summer or winter,
or autumn or rainy,
all one
for you and me.
~Aarthi.N
bores drops of memories
of you and me.
The bright sun outside
shines the happiness
of you and me.
The leaves that fall from the trees
reminds the silly fights and arguments
of you and me.
The streets covered with fog
narrates the fun and joy
of you and me.
Seasons differ,
the reasons won't.
Whether summer or winter,
or autumn or rainy,
all one
for you and me.
~Aarthi.N
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