The Wind Of The Spring
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Anil Kumar Panda
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In the wind of the spring
I feel happy like a little child
I take the wind in my face and
Hair and go euphoric and wild
I run and roll in dew soaked
Green grasses of the meadows
Till dusk falls across the land
With its long and dark shadows
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