As the dew
drops sparkle like pearls on the petals
The whispering
zephyr touches my heart
The smiling sun
gets brighter
And butterflies
fly about.
I love this air
around
And want to run
in the wheat fields
Where my cotton
skirt would touch the ground
And my open
hair would touch the wheat.
Today, I have
found my soulmate
And I would like
to be a peacock
Loving the
monsoon rains
And rainwater
would drench my golden youth
As I dream of
my love!
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