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24.APrayer atDawn
At the chirping sound of grass insects,
The tiring summer day stretches while
yawning,
Dewdrops
On the leaf of morning glory,
Are tears that the Lord shed during the night.
Last winter.
The cold wind made deep wounds on a tree.
Now, I hear the cries of its branches
As they sway in the wind.
A wind from the east.
Takes away the anguish of yesterday
And with that I start the voyage of Divine
Favor.
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