Saturday, September 5, 2020

 No jingling on the street that makes wake up,

Chirp of birds and cicadas welcomed, Seems they ask where the mightier are limited for a while,
Washed away the drops that were preserved,
Disappear shades slowly,
Wonder for a moment was that gift of goodness
Resumed as a routine to drive away

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