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Aug 2018
The harsh cold darkness
and the weeping sky
went away for these days
and left a warm night.

Dew drops guided
gently by the wind,
They greet us with pleasure
as they graze our skin.

And in the lonely blue sky,
The sun starts to smile
And we think gladly to ourselves,
Hello there, summer time.
Finally
Cynthia
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Cynthia  16/F/Somewhere
(16/F/Somewhere)   
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