A tin shaded verandah
In my out house
Enfolded with greenery,
Which looks like traffic light
Always delivers the message
To move forward
Toward the life
Toward the hope
How the plants look like
Static but dynamic
Its never move but grow
Till the end of the life,
Bear every season
Either it is fall or blossom.
In my out house
Enfolded with greenery,
Which looks like traffic light
Always delivers the message
To move forward
Toward the life
Toward the hope
How the plants look like
Static but dynamic
Its never move but grow
Till the end of the life,
Bear every season
Either it is fall or blossom.
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