As the Morning Day Comes
It's a windy winters afternoon,
The Medwood Gardens is full of voices
Birds are singing in the evergreen trees.
Stray cats are playing while enjoying their scroll.
Dark grey clouds,
not yet a drop of rain.
the emptiness lies deep inside.
the broke down,
the heart-ship,
She was once full of stature.
Now just an empty fountain;
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