Your soul awake
beneath flowers white,
leaves gleam
in spring daylight
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As I walk on the road rough and steep, your footsteps follow I no more weep
Sweet musical word dance in glee, In rhythmic beats, the sorrows flee.
I have a huge problem doing end-rhymes and not slaughtering the meaning and flow of a poem. You handle it with grace and loveliness. Excellent!