A ray of line,
through my window sunshine.
Chirp of birds
And chorus windchime.
Playfull green
with rhythm of dance
Waving in dream
Near flowing stream.
Far in the middle,
children fiddle
And fall with nothing to care,
on grass that hss become so fair.
Look through the window,
a painting redrawn
with more colors added
with new given life.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 5:04 AM UTC
A ray of line,
through my window sunshine.
Chirp of birds
And chorus windchime.
Playfull green
with rhythm of dance
Waving in dream
Near flowing stream.
Far in the middle,
children fiddle
And fall with nothing to care,
on grass that hss become so fair.
Look through the window,
a painting redrawn
with more colors added
with new given life.
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