The sun was glitters
On the yellow green blitters
The mustard field looks pale
Pale gold melted on plain
The dragonflies were bustling
The butterflies finding the dustlings of flowers
The small palm touched it
It was soft pouched
By Barbie
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Poems in life~
Poetryi write poems whenever i am sad happy angry and that too in school i had written many but never had "himmat" too publish but i am gonna do now
