acrostic
I often have dreams from my childhood.
Heavy downpour, like a bucket.
And again, in memory of rose,
Long forgotten time!
Oh, it's nice to swim.
Life-giving drops in it.
Enjoy the soul of nature,
Walking through puddles barefoot!
Two thousand nineteen
My rain
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