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All Alive

Hiding behind the clouds,

The moon casts a silver line,

The breeze cutting through,

Makes it all alive.

Clouds covering the shiny white ball,

Turning the sky dark,

The rain now falling hard,

Makes it all alive;

The flowers on the pavement,

The leaves on the trees,

The fishes that swim in,

The deep blue sea.

The hills blush green,

The water falling in a rhythm,

The puddles forming on roads,

Casting reflections of the moon, so sudden.

The breeze blows the clouds,

The moon shines back,

The rain stopping momentarily,

Making it all alive.


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