I'm glad to be engrossed
In this midday of summer,
In this solitude, patience,
And absence of hesitance,
Someday it will be fairer
To grasp the meaning,
To behold with deep eyes.
In this closeness,
My hands are filling with love
To define a traveller's fate,
Standing in front of such
Captivating garden lake,
Leaving the kingdom of boredom
Where everything just fake.
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