It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

Mysterious memories

Mr earnest

Circling in the mind like moving air taking dust with itself,

thy memories are like the pouring of rain and thundering of the sky,

the remnants of the rain and the feeling of fear,

making me observed like thy memories in the mind,

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