Where are those, thy beautiful anklets?
My spring, the queen of seasons
Are they lost or are they hidden
Are they missed or are they stolen
But who needs and knows those
As only I heard them so clear
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wOW! ! thats what our tradition speaks along with nature! ! kudos! !
You embrace the life around with beautiful nature praise...this is a wonderful work, like a light inside the lamp..meanings are so special enclosed inside the words, keep it up_Unwritten Soul