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I was walking and
walking on that blue, rainy day,
Through the garden of vivid red flowers.
It is the garden I love, it is simple as
that.
Suddenly, a rain drop came down over my
face,
From my wet hair, over my eye, my lips,
chin and it fell down.
It fell down gently and slowly on that beautiful
flower,
That beautiful flower which was standing
right in front of me.
On the first sight it was just lovely,
Like many other flowers in the garden.
I looked at it, looked at it, until I couldn’t
not to look.
It was so simple, but so delightful in many
ways.
The rain was still falling, but the clouds
were white now,
And on some moments the sun was kissing
my wet cheeks.
I knew what I must do,
I must take it in my hand,
It would stop this heavy rain.
It is very simple,
And more clear than ever.
But the flower is so splendid and soft.
I love the scent of its color,
I love the color of its scent,
I even love the dirt around it,
Because it touches my flower,
Helping it to exist in its pure beauty.
I do not want to hurt it,
So I am standing above my flower,
Keeping it safe from rain,
Waiting for the shiny blue sky.
If I find a new flower one day,
As beautiful and red as my flower,
If I find it and take it in my hand,
Maybe the rain will fall no more,
Or maybe it will even harder, but
I will feel the scent of my flower
Each time I go for a walk,
A walk through the garden of vivid red flowers.
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