The hedge is overgrown with the creepers,
Sprouting flowers in various colours,
The breeze passes swishing
With music over the green foliage,
Doves alight peacefully on the verdure,
Beauty lies manifest and dreaming
Flowers white and flowers blue,
Flowers red and flowers yellow,
As I contemplated on the scenery,
A distant voice came softly
Creeping into my mind
Let me return home.
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