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Cruel Game

Dreams want wedding, but separation as you wake up.
I take it a cruel game, though indifferently.
Sometime light sometime shadow
what an illusion beyond reason!
A strange flute goes on playing in mystic wind.
Have I exchanged garland in darkness?
Now ram looking for an illusive stag at daylight.

The flower that blooms
and, drops down in silence

does leave its odour
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