The beauty dawns early, She is more fair;
Nature is ever green; She warm up to care;
Towards the green hills, winter covers cold;
A cloudburst; rages out, this time, I was bold;
Far, at the other end; the mother earth flares;
in a passionate heat, with an increased glare!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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