The soil has started to smell sweet
There's always a gentle breeze,
A few knits have also come out
Leaves are humming without any doubt,
The trees have now bathed fresh
The sky keeps changing to its gray dress,
New blooms must be on their way
I watch their tiny buds and sepals sway,
If only you were here, even for days some
O Dear Sama, when will you come?
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