STRAY BIRDS
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The sunshine greets me with a smile.
The rain, his sad sister, talks to my
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My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
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I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
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The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.
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