On this path, I am alone

​Drizzly April –
almost at an end.
Sleeping or awake.
I know what is a dream.
And what is reality.
It is the thing of spring.
Some shelter from
the world’s long rains.
A cuckoo song.
And hey, a new
day has come.

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