One day I‘ve seen, not dream
Scattered lambs on blue pasture
Were grazing up to the brim,
Snowy, spotty, silvery; their luster
Slowly they gathered together
Wind that soughed, trees that slewed
Drum they beat and danced with bleat
Obscured the sky and sun they did cover
Very jolly and chubby with splash of joy
Could not see the face but they moved in ennui
When their feast is over and they drunk with coy
At the end, showered tears of joy, with cooee!
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Ghastly they vanished, knew not whither did they go
Colours from the sun they stole, left as rainbow
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imagery of joy in art of witting heart