" Cackle of Dawn"
Flick flit butterflies,
bright is the sun above,
sprouted new buds below,
rivers danced with a flow.
Birds swinging all along,
streets around all echoed,
with the children who guffawed,
blowing is the breeze of love.
Bees clapping their palms,
With the sunflowers that sing,
songs so sweet of peace,
scents of the earth accompanied.
Here is no grief,
Departed have all the agonies,
whisking off the dusk,
as cackles aloud the dawn
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