A weary cloudy day, but still ends in sunshine,
In the azure horizon, the setting sun still does fine...
The smiling paddy, drenched in rain, afresh and lively,
And their tossing heads welcome us metaphorically,
Upon the concrete path, that cleaves great green land,
You and Me, do have tired time to taste beauty in hand...
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