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In the midst of dawn to dusk,
Dimness starts to paint the sky.
Mischievous clouds try to kiss,
Gentle droplets, here and there,
Touch thriving plants and blooming buds.
With shyness all around,
They bow their heads to meet the ground.

~Kavi

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