I dream I were back again
The green underneath and the golden sun upon
With the burning beams
Spreading its scorching heat all around.
If I could make that giddy run again
Brushing the bushes and passing through
The spongy leaves of tender plants
And lie listless onto the thick tuffets.
Oh! Had a kite of colours in hand
I hovered it in the oblate horizon
Dancing and flapping in the breeze,
Flurry wind taking my kite a seize.
I heard the rustle and crackle of thickets
Flashing in the full-grown mind-
Corrupt and rotten by urban bustle.
I dream I were back again
The green all around.
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