It was a beauty,
A beauty
To see,
See the Kash blooms,
White Kash blooms
swaying,
Swaying in the wind
By the riverside
So many, so at a glance
Swaying,
Swaying and soothing,
Soothing to the soul
And charming
Under
The half-cloudy,
Half-sunny skies
The Kash,
Kash blooms
White beards like,
White hair like
Kash,
Kash blooms
Grassy and stalked.
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