One day when I was walking, It was dry.
The rain was coming from the sky.
I Know that the sky is crying.
My feelings were almost die.
The laves were on the ground.
The winds were flying around.
Then nothing on the ground.
The birds were sing a song.
When the the sun is come.
The sing from the bird was done.
Then my thought were also gone.
By...............Ka Far
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