down the hill there is a velly full of flowers.
in winter covered in snow.
in summer the velly are filled with various Flowers.
one summer morning i met her she is plucking flowers here.
so simple and shy she was singing.
her singing spreaded into air, it was so sweet to hear that i am completely lost in her singing.
it’ms was so sweet that i am deeply moved.
she was a hilly lass i never met her after.
i wished to hear it more and more.
i wish to meet her to tell how i much i miss her.
but she had gone, did not know where.
©subirmitra
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