The news arrived,
carried by the breeze in the night.
It was whispering to the gardens.
Roses were bright with joy.
Flowers cried.
People's passion flooded
and filled the streams.
He is back home,
after all those bitter years.
And now,
The sleepless eyes have had rest.
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