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The nature's choir is about to meld
 Into the silence of night,

The melody of a faceless female bird
Dwindled away into the dark,
Without disturbing the contemplating pine trees,

Oblivious to the passage of time,
An old man is painting
In the faint twilight

The image of the subtlety of nature
A message of peace!

A gust of wind blew away his canvas
Across the border fences
To where it belongs in real,

And the artist's breath and blood
Was shed into his own land,
Where the message of peace left undone.