Under the sweetly-scented kaamini plant tree
Want I to pass by the night,
So full of stars and their twinkles,
So glistening with moonshine,
Writing my love poetry,
Dreaming of my sweet love.
The blooms scattering over slowly,
The small-small white petals,
Fair and fragrant, fresh and fine,
Dew-laced, mist-smeared,
Scattered over ground
And I in a reclined state dreaming about
Her sweetly.
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