the sun plays hide and seek with the clouds
sometimes it shines with full brightness then
like a lightbulb that has expired
loses it's brilliance...
insects,create their own brand of music
all around is quiteness-
you can even hear your own breathing.
the day is almost over
the sun is getting tired with it's plays,
starting to set...saying goodbye
your shadow exist behind me
white and black-like a smoke.
it is not easy to get rid of the pains.
seems destined to stay.
i lost my jenny...
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