Getting sentimental over The rain day of the non-rain seasons Missing the ruddy glow from The sunshine of non-sun hours The gray light tried to cast away Its gloomy mood, creeping Crawling, finally penetrating Into people’s minds and hearts
Once more, a black car stopped Near a window and a garden For a reason? Or non reason? Rather be a red one, at lease It would break the fog, that thick form From everywhere only You can reach.
Rather be those wild grasses and flowers Happily live at the wild wills!
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