Faces
The last face of the rain
wet glow of green in the meadow
goes out with the wind
The new face of the meadow
sharp glow of colors on greenery
all flowers get lighted
The best face of the wind
pollen migrating into the distance
for to fall with the rain
The old face of the ground
finally renewed and smoothed
ready waits for new trails
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