I like most

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I like first raindrops on my lips,
Walking barefoot on grass dew topped,
Listening to birds making the flips,
Rustling noise of rice plant before cropped.

I like lazying in the afternoon,
“Gone with wind” my special knack,
Looking at the  sun setting the tune
Counting stars stitched on the black ,

They become insignificant,
When I hear you coming,
Rustling sound of you innocent
a sweet fragrance reach me humming.

Through your dark brown eyes
into your heart, like  to take a peek,         

the compassionate blue skies,Nothing more do I seek,

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