Moon closed her eyes
The clouds, flags blue
Birds move out of the nest
And ocean feels its sighs on whispering waves.
The cool morning breeze
All the tensions will cease
Grinning flowers, call butterflies
Sun rolls his eyes and gently touches the land with lots of love.
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Author:
Blackbeauty (Pseudonym) (
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