Lost on the way
to find the wetland
where lily of the valley grows.
Have you seen a
lily-trotter?
The floating leaves tremble.
Talking of karma,
Would you like to become
a monkshood?
The woodpecker was
marking its territory till
late night.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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