On a rainy day
I was about to serve on a designer tray
Some sweet nothings
To my love
Always, who craves the sunray
Who craves something
High above.
But
I am a dot, too tiny
A world bland, no shiny.
So
I’ve no sunshine, no blooming ray
I have only rough dog days
Rainy and grey
I wanted to offer those in a pinkish tray
To my love
A heart, torn, tatty, trembling
On a rainy day
But who wants woe during this YouTube time?
My love closed the rhyme we used to write
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Umme Salma, Toowong, forgot the year…
Salma Seclusion 