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The sun shies from the sky,
Ominous it seems.
Weep as you wish,
None shall stop you.
Escape with haste from the nimbus,
Whisper tall tales to the wind,
Paint soft smiles on the flowers,
Quench the thirst of the parched earth.
Peer under the humans’ umbrellas,
Share a chat with the coffee addicts,
Eavesdrop on the clandestine lovers,
Inspire the late-night workers.
Gradually you cease,
A faint sigh,
A gentle farewell,
A promise that you will visit again.
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