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Blank 3 months I was just wandering through the depression The wind would have been blowing in the sky But even the veranda I could not go out. Birds are scratching You would have called out a voice Rain sound is something You would have been sounding a sound Flowers bloom in bloom Be happy to be seen by people You would have felt I could not do anything I just closed my eyes and I can not move with myself I was fighting. The futon remains covered I felt the sleeping suffering It was the day when I cried The full moon at night was gently seen from the veranda I was watching over you. Gently light of the moon light I can not sleep at midnight It kept lighting up I was happy. The poet ~ Now person ...