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winter
In winter,
I become a writer
When I see heavy rain,
I smile because I realize that I am not the only one crying out.
I look at the world as though I am a child who does not understand anything,
Where I consider clouds are also crying for their...
I become a writer
When I see heavy rain,
I smile because I realize that I am not the only one crying out.
I look at the world as though I am a child who does not understand anything,
Where I consider clouds are also crying for their...
