The Nightly-Sunshine

Very little the tree is. After the rain,
When, the sunshine comes, there are,
On its leaves, light is coated; It, even,
Never notices: When the sun sets—

But in the dark nights,

When, those leaves reflect nightly-sunshine,
Then, as much as I wonder— even more,
I dream a dream: At the year, while the independence of
My motherland would complete its fifty second years,

I'll distribute this nightly-sunshine to the North Pole—

by Rahman Henry

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