Lest I not embrace cloudy days anew,
Which on eve burning sun left modest trace- - -
I rise, drift and dry like the morning dew.
Beyond the Luna enticed and ensued
My history gasps in gaps as sun surreys
Lest I not embrace cloudy days anew.
Traversing paced I, slipped chances few
Where soothing sands of humanism frost
I rise, drift and dry like the morning dew.
The faded beauty shed lonely tears drew
Awakened night haunts my dreams lame,
Lest I not embrace cloudy days anew.
Moistened petals that brilliance in hue,
Dyed with no fancy but nourished toil.
I rise, drift and dry like the morning dew.
Revolving years rolled, gleaming days flew
Lest I not embrace cloudy days anew,
I rise, drift and dry like the morning dew.
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