Waving bye to the noisy world
Weaving alife in the side of hills
Dest of dark and deep blue sky
Crest of green resting abed
Feast for the finding eyes
East of the falling snow
Waking early in the fields
Walking down the bloomy yields
Rowing through the streamy green
Sowing in the fields so lame
Singing aloud into the wind
Ringing bells of joy I swear
Soak my sorrows here I go
Make my soul zest to the core
Thank You
Gopan
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