Another sprig sprouting from a land barren,
Another sign that someone still cries for you,
Another promise of a bright day new...
A sparkling drop purifying the heart,
A inspiration to instigate a new start;
A laughter reverberating across horizon,
A force that whispers silently-carry on...
It is the dance of shadows in the light,
It is the chance of feeling day at midnight;
It is the beauty of a trembling touch,
It is the serenity of evading the scorching sun under a birch...
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