Spring Verse β€πŸ’ž

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A little ray dancing on my lap,
Through fairy village.

Out of spring days,
Auctioned off my head.

FROM ;

Groves of spices tendering,
rice fields swiftly.

Poppy- bole dawn to dusk,
gleaming twisted on the prevailing lights,
on the god ways.

Twing swing gently,
Nymph sing mesmerizing verse;

Come, come see ,
I beg you to dream on ,
Cradle song brings you,
dews – wrapping dawn.

Respite to the golden beam,
Despite to the sliver beam,
Reciting springhood pride.

BY-HARSHITA PANDEY


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