THE SCARECROW

Where are you dear cloud?. Where is your shadow that protects me from the scorching sun?.  Why did the gusty wind took you away from me?  Many days and nights have passed, and I have nobody to talk to.  I need your company, your support, and your compassion.

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The Scarecrow

If I could walk, I would go to that peaceful river flowing downhill.  I would climb that mountain over there and reach the clouds....

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