Zisel`, 28 июня 2018 г., 10:47
It was a pleasant morning; Nature moods upto strain, I was then little awake; When I heard intonation of the rain, Dormancy forced me to let on bed; But the call of the rain provided me enough bent, Amusing with plants, cheering the lives; I found rain to be very gentle and kind, Every drop was appearing me to come out and relish; But the evil human nature, found something opposing even at that sight, Easy isn't so to hide natural desire; The drizzling weather had set gladness on fire, So was the conflict between natural and fraud, Astonishingly poor man, is just; One of the creatures in front of god.
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