The coal-black night had nearly gone
The purest air created new dawn...
And just before the brightest morning
I found by chance an ancient drawing.
I heard ten thousand songs inside
In every tincture of colours bright.
I smelled humidity, I felt the rain,
I almost soaked in water's reign...
I gasped for breath, I smelled four winds,
I saw my death, it gave me hints:
To stay away from that dark rain.
And after left me down the lane.
Ancient drawing
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