It is only when the rain
stops
that you go out of the house
step on the path leading to the garden
gaze and gently pick the leaves that fell on the ground
that you realize again
how peaceful is this world
that we live in
how peaceful is our heart
not remembering
the storm
how happy can the mind still be
not thinking about anything
you are there i see you at the other side
of my garden
as one of them you are
also singing the new songs of your spring.
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