The Dry Umbrella
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*Image of Boys Become Buddhist Novices by The Asian Age.
The Dry Umbrella
I must recreate myself, foremost, strides hold best, I feel energized,
totally wandering by my lonesome, amongst nature I did stray,
abruptly, I felt perturbed, I forgot to pray, I just realized,
rapidly the sky, reignited, my umbrella too, not ok.
2021 August 15
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