Cruel thoughts' clouds
Sucked my land's life
Wilted flowers of smiles
Dried Urmu salty lake
Huffed migrant cranes
I know lake would not revive
Fields would no longer clean of salt
Cranes wouldn't come back
I hope to bloom smiles on faded sighs
Firing cruel thoughts of skies
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