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listen, behold, recognize
it’s a spark
it’s a splash
it’s a seasoned timber
it’s multifaceted
it’s standing straight before the crowns
boiled in a clay-pot,
transformed into vapor
diffused in the air
and intermingled with the clouds,
with the rain
it mixed with the soil
it grew in the womb of the Earth
sprouted with green crops
metamorphosed into grains
and became the life-breaths
of floras and faunas,
it turned into a flower
and resided in our eyes
became the fragrance
and merged into our breaths
for ever

it became a strike
and struck on the fetters

its murmuring strikes the chords
of an intoxicating play-instrument
and our soul is singing a song
that never turns old
that can be sung by everyone
individually or in chorus

behold
it’s crossing borders
it’s celebrating a festival
at the door of danger

listen
something is bursting
something is cracking
balloons are bubbling
fuss, fuss, fuss…

recognize
an eternal bell of festivity
ringing in our ears
clinking in remote corners
tinkling in sleepy houses

it’s not the rustling of fallen leaves
it’s the stormy noise of green clumps
it’s freedom.

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