When in rainy noons, the breeze is warm,
And an aroma of sunshine on washed leaves,
Nurtures my heart;
There is a longing,
For you friend.
When the sky is dusky rose-pink,
And beams of gold break through;
The window by my side is open,
And it carries with it a nocturne;
I wish you are there.
With no idea what it means to the sun and stars,
I call you a friend,
Friendship, our bond.
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