Hamdan hzh

Nature is celebrating the coming of spring
By humming notes composed by its charm.
Flowers are tossing their heads in joy
repeating the chant of waterfalls.
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While engrossed in a session of sweet silence,

My mind's net caught a visualizable thought.
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My neighbour's child is playing in the yard.
This time no toys are there to play with.
His hands are covered with mud,
Digging and only the sound of digging is there.
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What kind of people the envious are!
The source of hatred, of cource, they are.
They make the most to cripple a man
His only guilt that he's a fan
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