Somewhere in the middle of the night
I was wandering,
And I was wandering...,
And then I listened the whistle of approaching Spring,
Here the silky touch of soft bold wind
And the softness of untouched grass
Aroused to embrace
This white poetic page.
Beside the silent lake,
Allow them to dazzle in your deeper eyes,
Without hastiness,
Just in a gladsome sense
To give an scrumptious impress
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