Outside, rain is wide awake.
It may have had its dream.
I hear soft sound of dream
On footpath,near food cart.
That food cart is dreaming,
In its rain soaked tarpaulin
With muffled dream sound
And the smell of eaten food.
Outside, rain is wide awake.
It may have had its dream.
I hear soft sound of dream
On footpath,near food cart.
That food cart is dreaming,
In its rain soaked tarpaulin
With muffled dream sound
And the smell of eaten food.
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