Before the last star
Goes down behind
The hills I wake up
To take a walk down
The path to the valley
A cool wind caresses
My face as I open my
Arms to welcome the
Grand cloud watching
Me from a corner of
The blue sky
Dew drops simmer
On blades of grasses
I touch one at the
Tip of my finger
And feel sorry as it
Melts away instantly
Like a dream at the
Wee hour of the day
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Superb Imagery: I liked it.10 A cool wind caresses My face as I open my Arms to welcome the Grand cloud watching Me from a corner of The blue sky