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Hello everyone. This is a poem I wrote one raining morning while I was thinking of the rain. I hope you like.
Love is so unconditional, as the hummingbird that happily and flapping its wings approaches to the flowers to drink the precious nectar. It is as unconditional as the rain dew that generously quench the thirst, as the sun that warms and brings hope, as the flowers that are a feast for the eyes, the love is pure an unconditional.