Flowers bloomed in snow,
A flower blossomed-
To write letters of wind.
Another flower became the music.
In the branches of the
Palm tree.
Songs by birds,
On the edges of leaves,
Not knowing the beauty,
On the banks of the lake.
And on the banks of the eyes.
Transpired into the old Tamil-
Song, the ancestral song.
Songs from the deep roots.
Songs from the heart.
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