The clouds have shed the tears of happiness,
That gathered on the Earth and spreaded joy and cheerfulness
Looking for the child who used to embrace its beauty,
who let himself immersed in its purity
But the child is no more young,
His life has been stung
Now the weather is same , the same heavenly calling,
He is again there, not to enjoy, but in search for a living!
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