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Sep 2020
It was morning
Not early in the morning
or not close to the afternoon
It was cold.....but cozy
It was raining for a long time
without letting sun shine to the world

Invisible dew drops
escape from the grass and touched the ground
Uninvitedly
I walked across the garden
from bare feet.
The wet grass did not make me cold.
It felt warm

I saw a cat sleeping under a red plant
A snowy white cat with a black spot between its ears
I wondered,
How could he sleep on wet grass in the morning
with a cold dew?

The two pots were filled with light pink flowers
bloomed as usual
But only one flower was orange
I wondered,
why this flower change its color
for a wet morning like this?
Sasha Paulona
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Sasha Paulona  25/F/Sri Lanka
(25/F/Sri Lanka)   
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