Calling-Ground
I walked across the dewy plains,
glistening in the nearly-risen sun,
listening to the wind whip wildly through the coarse weeds.
A cloud far off in the distance, heavy with rainy tears,
finally unleashes itself, pouring down the life-giving water.
I turn around, away from the sun, and see the pink clouds of a new dawn.
Perhaps, some day, I will return to this place,
and remember it like I used to know it.
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