CHILD AND NATURE
We usually lost in memory,
there arises many pictures,
on the screen of memory,
a child as naughty as a fawn,
sometimes he goes amidst the green fields,
amidst the flowers,
he dances and sings,
enjoys the notes of music of slow rains,
stops to see the dancing peacock,
forgets everything in nature
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