Listening to the spring rain,
Recalling my childhood days —
Looking through the skylight -
To the sky covered by white clouds,
Listening to the din created by,
Rain striking the glazed tin roof,
Am I really a child again?
Where can I find a man,
Who has totally forgotten,
His angelical memories?
Mykoul
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