White light around the window,
rice growing around the ground.
Back late in the evening,
shadows close to the yards,
raining and raining till the end of the stars.
- "Did you see something" ?,
... nobody could return to run.
Angry,
until the heaven,
with its brushes, will bring back the air.
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