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‘’ Time changed my shoes on the staircase of life.
The bottom step where I reached, is my last glide.
I sit there so calmly like a moonlit night.’’

Here are the steps of life in a life’s journey.
The most important ingredient of this salad is romanticism.

“It's me, no, it's not autumn rain.
I fall on your window pane.
I transform to a mild rain
to reach the lane,
where you stand and wait.
Come out, don't fear to get wet.
It's me, no, it's not autumn rain.
I arrive at your place day by day.
I fall from the sky to say,
'it’s me on your way.''

Love and nostalgia “rain” in this short poem to let the reader touch the raindrops that are not cold but warm.