The showers of the spring
Rouse the birds, and they sing;
If the wind do but stir for his proper delight,
Each leaf, that and this, his neighbour will kiss;
Each wave, one and t' other, speeds after his brother:
They are happy, for that is their right!
William Wordsworth
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Good one..............
nice poem
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Ûزاروں گھر Ûوئے روشن جو میرا دل جلا Ù…Ø+سنؔ