Algae, stones and fishes are noticed through transparent water
Swimming at deep of mind what colors do you smear?
You compose line of verse calculation like the pyramid
Various kinds of flower baskets to satisfy gods are in need
Like spider for hunting you weave net but by syntax
You cleave dew by words when sun cleaves by its flash
Sitting idle sun goes on thinking and draws brow of seven colors.
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