The breeze kiss the face
And in mind freshness stays
Youthful dance of flower
Hearts beauty recovers.
The glance of clouds
Your efforts applauds
The movement of branches
Nods the existence of your presence.
The flow of water
Beams you with laughter
For roots of your identity
To stand tall around illusion gravity.
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