The clamor of the bustling streets,
The rumpus din of the prolonged rain,
The uproar of the crashing waves,
Enthralling, yet can’t distract me from not thinking of you.
The wandering eyes, the yearning soul,
The restless stature, the sleepless night,
You consume every moment.
And I see your vivid impression on every form of nature’s caper.
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