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Heavenly!
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines]
A bitten apple is in my hand,
My jaws are not free even for a second,
All of a sudden,
The beautiful sky gets gloomy once again!
The furious storm is at work,
It’s getting dark,
At that very moment I think of the poor,
Who can barely stand the nature’s roar!
When the trees are dancing madly,
I feel something wonderful, something heavenly!
