A Silent Morn
The courage always beautifies,
The enchanted, hued hills.
The sound of the violin is
like the colorful spring unremittingly.
The enchanting ,fiery forest
shines
like the green sea.
Lifeful ,green pebble
dancing in the windy moonlight.
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