Alizee Toson (22-august / Paris)
Look at the beautiful sky,
Shining up very high.
Glittering up by the pearl vapours,
Tremble by the air above,
Gooned in the ears of mountains,
Wanted to give serein,
Droplets of rain spread redolence of soil,
And breaking the brightness of sky foil,
Iridescent rainbows high up in the sky.
Chirruping of birds and dance of peacocks,
Attract attention of people.
Mellifluous voice of nightingale,
With sweet fragrance of flower, is pleasant.
Nimble nimbus accompanying valiant gale,
Shivering flora and dismayed lake,
Sprouting seedling engulfing pearls of rain,
Flautists and enchanter performing well,
Gaily a cuckoo perched on a branch,
rapturously minstrelled and danced.
resembling like a messanger,
persuading good luck and serene sheer.
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