Timid clouds have come
They have to fall on earth
But they have fear of pain
Of being fallen, not known
The destination where will fall
Or will be swept by strong wind
Don't know if it will fall on garbage
Or maybe, will swallowed by an oyester
Will be a pearl and will embellish
As an ornament of any damsel
He is fearful of his fate
But chained under circumstances.
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