Two flowers are the same but
The difference is in the garden,
The difference is in the soil.
It is a wintry night
When air is tossing leaves
That shed earlier this eve.
The air carries some redolence
In the same wintry night,
Two flowers in the moonlight;
Exchange something via wind,
One exhales soothing fragrance
One deeply inhales in a belief.
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