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  117.     

Every Rain Bow There Where One Will Feel The Touch Of Respect.

Where there a rain bow thus there a open door to the angel that will touch once heart with respect for the rain bow is the house of the angel of the night just to look in the eyes of the angel for one shall see the twinkle in the angel eyes thus the eyes one see is the eyes of respect for every rain bow there where one will feel the touch of respect.


The more one wish for the touch of respect the more the door will open but just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by the rain bow of respect and yet every wish shall open the door of respect and yet for one feel a warm smile that touch once heart
yet every rain bow there where one will feel the touch of respect.


Thus every bird that one see is the bird of the angel with a smile like the morning sun that touch the blue sky with the touch of respect where there a smile thus there a warm smile for every touch of respect thus for every rain bow there where one will feel the touch of respect.


When the morning sun raise for one will feel the touch of respect from the sun that been fill by the angel of respect where there a heart that wish for respect for the angel will fill once heart with the touch of respect but when one feel the touch of respect for there a twinkle in once eyes but yet every rain bow there where one will feel the touch of respect.
 
Raymond Sawyer

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  118.     

Rain

Rain,
Hear the rain hitting my window
Hear the rain on my doorstep
Smell the sweet smell of the rain

Rain,
So peaceful
Hear the rain drops hit the ground
Smell the sweet smell of the rain
 
Bobby Pate J.r

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  119.     

Pain Is Gain.

Pain is like rain. Though painful, yet gainful. For pain's sake we're abused, for pain's sake we get refused, yet for pain's sake love is diffused.

No pain, no gain. Nothing good comes easy. Still, in pain one feels dizzy. Dizzy with desire, dizzy with passion, dizzy and busy. Pain is gain, it's a stain that disappears with time. Although not all pain is gain, all rain is gain and pain is rain.

Pain is rain, for it touches all men in the open and in chains. After rain comes sun, after dark comes dawn, after pain comes gain.
 
Darlington Chukwunyere

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Those Visible Clouds

In the early morning of Today, I saw those overcrowded and visible Clouds in the sky, There were grey and dark clouds That filled that pretty image of the sky, I thought rains will be later on, but I saw those mixed clouds flying away To an unknown destination to rain over there... When I was a little kid, I saw different kinds of clouds, but Nowadays they're totally horrific in their Shapes anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... I don't know what has happened to those clouds! Visible clouds cross into faraway lands Where they give birth in other lands... Scattered clouds shape themselves as Hanging images of things in the sky... Today's clouds are totally different from We used to see when we're kids... Not all clouds bring rains Simply because they're not real clouds, but They're dark smokes or emissions from unknown Materials that bring death and bad odors... Our skies are no more pretty skies, but They're real images of our real abuse of nature... We only see cloudless clouds that are rainless anytime And they're only pregnant with scary clouds That bring either bad rains or they're rainless... Rains are rare and those visible clouds are rainless, so What shall we do to our dry lands? ! ______________________________________________________________________
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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