The breeze kisses tenderly
the alluring leaves again,
the swaying grass nearby
hears the rhyming verses,
the stars dance in the stream
that flows down the hillside
in between apple trees,
the moonlight alights gently
on the white cover of the valley,
shadows go down for a treat
with the starry night
but some perverted minds
to go with sharpen?
their knives again
to make a bloodstain
on the dancing stars-
concord and discord.
p a noushad
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