Running in from the rain
Your hair, your face wet
With drops of heaven dew
The elevator door opens
For you to show the way
I continue with my walk
You are a pretty boy
But I’d rather not
Be caught alone
To keep company
With you
Running in from the rain
Your hair, your face wet
With drops of heaven dew
The elevator door opens
For you to show the way
I continue with my walk
You are a pretty boy
But I’d rather not
Be caught alone
To keep company
With you
Poems and Petals 
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The poetry😃
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