Beyond the open window of a straw-roofed cottage which is old,
At dawn, I can hear the sound of raindrops, gentle and bold.
A lullaby from the cradle on a sudden occur the days to my mind,
And tossing and turning, seeking sleep, in hopes to unwind.
(25th, Aug.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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