Ashoka Blooms
It is the late of spring
But I can still see
The Ashoka blooms hanging
In bunches
flaming beautifully
Orange-yellow to red
Soothing to my dreams
And while passing through the way,
Pause I to see the florid, ornate blooms
To lapse into daydreaming.
But I can still see
The Ashoka blooms hanging
In bunches
flaming beautifully
Orange-yellow to red
Soothing to my dreams
And while passing through the way,
Pause I to see the florid, ornate blooms
To lapse into daydreaming.
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