I palely loitered as a star
that walks on high valleys
suddenly once for all I saw far
A bunch of wonder red roses growing a fountain.
Beside the lake underneath the bayon
hovering and singing in the cool zephyr.
Simultaneously formulated their joy
as a bell on cloud nine.
They extended for and innumerable line being coy
ten lakhs saw I peep at gleam
uplifting their head in a feisty bop.
They bored my awareness
in a huge jovial shine
Heart of mine charged with exhilarate
with the bop of the roses and drunken wine.
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