In the darkest hour
I saw a clear moon
It was so bright
At my first sight
I went on gazing at it
Slowly the dark clouds covered it
I could see only the round image
And I heard the voice of thunder
And the dropping sound of water
After a moment everything stopped
The clear moon returned
Everything was calm
Which was the work of my God's palm!!
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