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!

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