The resilience seems to be shattered, but
Mountains still stand, and dreams still remain;
Our bravehearts envisioning full joys in spring -
Resisting the chilly gusts of winter wind,
Grass and trees burgeoning;
Colourful flowers blooming,
The birds around them hopping and playing,
Their delight beyond measure: —
But the sweet songs that they tweet...
...overwhelm their hearts witha thrill of pleasure…
But I feel, at times, blossoms shed tears;
I lament they are being plucked off...
...for making bouquets,
I see fierce storms raging through my land,
Blowing off countless flowers in their youth.
Mykoul
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