Be it freshness, be it bloom
Dawns at those amazing hands
Gazing at that crimson face
Takes one to enchanting lands
Fresh as zephyr, morning breeze
Pure, untarnished, virgin snow
Violets, pansies, daffodils
All in one, with wondrous glow.
(Kohat,9 Feb 2009)
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