PARTING ROOTS

Sometimes The happy and sorrow Mix to built a New emotion.. The pleasant mood Wipe the hopes To add the drops.. The beautiful birds With several colour Flew away without The others.. The calm nature Gets the violence Then the Lightning and thunder.. The soft wind Returned to the pose And call the storm.. The sweetly voice Of Cuckoo stuck sudden Don't know is it To call the Nightingale To continue the song.. Conclusion came then The world of heart Gave the space to Remember the spring..

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