Where, in which shrine
I shall quest you?
There where paint of walls
weathers, stone slips,
...
All through the yester night
flowers whispered on
river banks,
stars joy-gathered,
...
Waves are very busy
kissing the lips of beach.
Beach is occupied
tressing pearls from sea.
...
It is not possible to tag
relationship with word
If you can collect the flowers
of gloomy season, which I have
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The trains don’t arrive;
the signals don’t drop.
On the iron rails.
the python is gone to sleep.
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The night yawns
on the overbridge
like a python in the dark,
someone is looted under the bridge
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Throughout the day, the rains.
Where shall I go?
...
What shall the paper boat
speak of its pain?
Over the nights,
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