There is no gloom
so said the prairie wind
when the wild took over
the only flowers were small
but beautiful,
everything has a reason
and so is this road
ignoring and going straight,
no end to the destination.
The wind too changes its course,
the rain too falls
and the Sun like the sky
where the wings have known their pace
there is no little gratitude
as the time passes out,
everything occurs,
everything becomes joy.
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