Scotland

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I went to Scotland in Spring, ​

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In Scotland, I saw:

          birds sing plants hustle and bustle

          cows gay

          roads dance ​

In Spring, Scotland dressed in a thick layer for yellow rain and        wind blew, ​

In Spring, Scotland's cathedrals rang for winter's seal melted,

In Spring, Scotland was a hospital for many baby flowers and trees cracked open its shell, ​

In Scotland,

          Sun laid its hand on me

          Every corner

          Cracks wink

          Rose flow

          Ears explode.