Woke up in the morning
Took a walk outside
Stopped to see a pair of pigeons playing with pride
This is month of June
I can see
I can hear the outbursts of life and color in the land of life
People will come
People will die
The continuation of cycles inexplicable will fly
I shall die one-day
My children shall cry and smile
Then they will die one-day
Their children shall cry and smile
The spider keeps spinning webs of life
The clouds keep pouring
Giving out life
Woke up in the morning
Took a walk outside
A drizzle was in the air
I could see a wet butterfly
Trying hard to come through my bolted surprise
Woke up in the morning
Took a walk outside
Saw a pair of pigeons playing on roof-top tiles
It's so foggy outside
Can't see the next car on my line
Sky is all thick, cloudy, white
Likely to rain any time now
A few drops already fall on my car as I write
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