Spring valley

Ecce, the spring vale in lap of the great Mons, 
Here the bird sings salvation song day and night. 
Here the camellia and crocus inhales happy 
Breaths, here the woodwinds play 
paradisal music 
With razorbills, the birds of our pearly seas.
And amidst these, mine tranquil heart repeats 
It's forgotten days of melancholy they have gone 
Enough away like these fatigued evening clouds
Returning to some unknown Island,
And their coming seems to me, out of question.
Quite handsome is this dale for penning 
A love elegy, it's cut off from the 
worlds of 
Turmoil, of conflicts between the classes 
Of high and low, quite away from injustice, 
Inequity, or plagues of envy and  xenophilia.
Here, the nature sings round the clock, 
Melodiam of harmony and his singleness.
My heart yearns to lie on its woven grass,
Here is the complete remedy to my frenzy.
These little delightful scenes yet unexplored 
Would dwell forever in my keen memory.
By Poet Affaq

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