Rays which escapes the
cheek of a rising sun
touches the dying
Flower wounded
Of love and
Germinates again.
Screeching of a smiling
Moon sending out
A glittery smile
Renders the nocturnals
A beautiful new life.
If I stamp my feet
Again and again on
This withered grass,
It will surely
Receive another
Life
The Nightingale borrows
A tone from my
Aethestic elixir ones
And consoles your
Gloomy day.
To rain away the sorrow.
Sparkling of my teeth
Metaphorical the smitten gold;
Pure diamond exposes
To a beaming naked light.
My touches house the
Wandering frozen breeze
That can chill
A boring lonely heart
This is another life
Full of sensitive fragrance
Absconding from a
Blooming flower
Of the esteemed paradise.
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