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 DANGLING FLOWERS

Hurrah! Hurrah! A happy farmer cries,

The harvest puts him high.

The village sounds like thundering sky.

A lot of fun ends with deep sigh.

No one can speak with nature like him.

He shares the joy to the world.

A silent voice arises like an unsolved sum.

It puts them as intricate band.

The shining flower starts dying in the clay.

The tears of the flower get dropped into the greenish sea.

Then it becomes yellow to play.

Some flies against the sounds like angry bees.

Other without breath dangle in the tree,

In order to reduce the sounds and to be free.

 

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