The shrill of an infant’s cry and the mother’s smile with a tearful eyeThe thrill of an eagle’s fly and a brave push that pulls her highThe transformation of a cocoon into a butterflyThe ease of breath and the mammoth form inside Salty meadows with sweet fruits Scorching deserts with oasis en-route The sunshine- The …
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