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The wistful beauty of rain

With its gelidity of wind wrapped in pain

With its heavy clouds floating here and there

Runs through the pensive atmosphere….


The little lad of years ten

In the sepulcher remain

Will he never come tomorrow? Or yesterday

With flowers grew upon the monsoon way,

Spoke of the charming music and his unknown tales

Which to recall, his mother faints and fails….


To her from dusk to dawn

She goes on to mourn

From sunrise to sunset

She rises from the dreams of unfold rest…