sleeping with a tempting
young angel yesterday night,
I happened to be indulging in
Illusions of a misty poetic dream;
The day withered away like a flower
Thinking of her deep blue eyes,
will you allow me to kiss down the tears
tears of sorrows,
fears of agony
lips are more trembled,
widely opened for a second kiss
Black sun is mounting up
the aged Lilly crumples down
piercing the wet soil,
Her soil is fertile.
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