Earth poetry is of every shade turn
Love those piles up in the wrinkled splatter
Thought above daily ordinary matter
Forever in ageless yearnings to burn
Flower of sunshine and a tear of rain
Giving its skin of whiteness or dark
Smooth or scared surfaces each with its spark
So much of glowing or full of its pain
Flowers of cotton cloth making the world
Something of day and night fascination
The possessions that are made wrinkled and pearled
Every its beauty-made laudation
Poetry of love is like foam from the sea
Forever in its secretive to be
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