You. Good morning everyone. Whip in this side. It's a rainy season. So something about the rain and the love. Yeah. The title of the poetry is the first Reign of love. So here we go. You are my petrichor. It makes me long for you. It's poor washes away the sore. Its poor makes me feel that you also wait for the same. Every time we made love, it rained. Every drop of it reminds me of your touch
Hema Sinha
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Good afternoon, ma'am. I am hemasinha. Your poem is too beautiful, ma'am. It's too good and soothing. And presenting the message by relating to the read. It's a very nice very nice ma'am. Too good and too beautiful. All the best, ma'am. Thank you so much