There was thunder
in the evening.
I wonder it is already
fifteen months
into the soil I born.
No one called me, nor I went to meet anyone.
There was lightening
in the evening.
Light pierced into
my heart, one more
year will pass like this,
I will return to my
wilderness.
Now it started
raining, thunder,
lightening, followed
by heavy rains.
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