A growing lotus seed,
falls for a rain drop,
does not matter to her,
the small lake where she is growing,
it rains for days,
abundant,
it rains rains rains,
Each drop,
reconnects the growing lotus seed
to the lake,
now almost an ocean.
Lotus blossoms;
''how come the rain drop does not believe she is the One ?''
the Rain thinks to him-self;
''Falling is Love,I fall for each lotus in the lake.''
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