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Everything and she!
Still, silent and motionless,
That is how the world appears without her,
A world of beauty that has been sleepless,
And is eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of her,
Before the rivers, the flowers, the wind; all sleep and rest.
The Summer has gone by and Autumn has passed too,
Now it is winter when in the mornings East looks like the West,
And the less radiant Sun longs to catch a glimpse of her too,
The world, the morning and the evenings as well,
All seem to pass by as usual, but with a slower pace,
Where is she? Nothing and nobody can tell,
But the hope to see her someday has made them adopt a slower pace,
While I look at the Sun, the mountains and the rivers, I am reminded of her,
So, I too have adopted the nature’s pace,
And at times I see her waking shadows turn and stir,
And ah, how jovial is my heart’s pace, the happy pace, and then it is her face and the heart beating with a happy pace!
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