Who is not an actor
The setting sun asked
The question openly.
The clouds wonder
With the winds
That are behind
My garden.
I smiled at the clapping
Of the frogs.
Am I there with the selfish lot?
I cleared all doubts
That are in the east.
And I declared, see men,
It's raining from the very morning.
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