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When the birds had stopped chirping,
When the warmth became coldness,
When the smell of roses and the soil grew due to the heavy rain,
I lay,
Upon the mint green grass,
Quiet
Gazing upon the stars,
Twinkling in different colors,
Tasting the heavy rain pounding upon my face,
With the stinging cold blowing upon my naked legs,
And the beautiful white spots dripping across the black sky being overshadowed by gray
My eyes glinted by the silver of the bright moon,
Fighting to open its rays upon the Earth
I closed my eyes
To feel the wet, cold grass on my back,
To see the light of the powerful moon,
To hear the beautiful sound of the rain
And then I felt it,
And then I saw it,
And then I heard it,
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