I drink the elixir of love
Drop by drop as in the aroma
Of morn I take a round
From the hill side the wind
Blows through the foliage making
A whispering sound
I smell the essences
Trickling down as streams from
The fresh flowers of dawn
I meditate sitting on a
Stone by the water as clouds give
Way to the ray of the rising sun
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Luck man, all I get is tea: (