I feel the silent wind
flowing over my head
sometimes lifting my hair
leaving fragrance of the earth
I feel the raindrops
falling like tiny pearls
sometimes soaking me with
their coolness and rolling down
I feel the dark night
a sheet of canvass wide
hiding the land in its folds
and seeping sleep into my eyes
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