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Here by the green glades and the babbling brook Waters cascading bright like silver foam The breeze rustling through pages of my book Bring memories flooding of my sweet home Where the sun reflects on the silent pool Waters falling on rocks like silver spray Trees resplendent in green, shady and cool Skies darkening, turning a sullen gray The setting sun burnishing gold, the trees Sending bright shafts of golden glitter sprays Sweet blooms dancing so gaily in the breeze Like through a prism forming rainbow rays Skies painted in range of hues bright and bold Violet, pink, purple, orange, red and gold.

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Date: 4/22/2016 8:17:00 AM
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Nandita Das
Date: 4/22/2016 11:26:00 AM
Thank you