Whirling ceaselessly,
droplets caressing her soul;
she uplifts her face,
to capture the beauty,
that nature bestows.
Singing along the trail,
she searches for the colours,
in the reflection of river.
Let looses the unseen chords,
to make heart beat rhythmically;
for she knows it's not the end,
for every second a flower blooms.
And they say stories of it's strength Put forth the mighty of it's being Cheerish the presence of it Bewildered with love of it Silently, lying still, it griefs itself Hover around the city panicked For once it was chased By the bullets of glorious rebels
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