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Passing Thru Summer

Passing thru summer, I remember you,when a hard wind blew into your face, your eyes lost into the grass and dew your thought encircled the horizon with smile. I remember you bent over the field of the wheat and the field disappeared under your sickle, little by little, as the shadow is cut by the sun. With your palms carved by the soil and seed, you made the new bread as a hope for tomorrow. Passing thru summer, I remember you, mother....

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