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Nature

How kind the rain

to tiptoe down my

windowpane

as I lay down

to sleep.

How kind the breeze

to whisper past

the autumn leaves

when I in slumber deep.

How kind the sun

to cast a ray

golden, tender

making way

upon the earth

a brand new day.

 

◄ Dowry, or shall we call it voluntary gift

I still ►

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