Of the sweat, soil and some drops

You will soak me in

Like a sponge

Absorb my pains

And swipe clean all the wrinkles

From my forehead,

When will you

Stop asking the reasons for all the spots

On my scarf

Of the sweat, soil and some drops

That splashed from the ground

When I could not hold

The rain of your love in my hands

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