On this evening, fragrance filled,
What says the bamboo forest?
The verdure sails off on dark magic,
With a semblance sweetness-coated.
With the moon clouds play a game of hide-and-seek;
Upon the blue of immense sky, new comity's pervading.
The dance by my mental peacock is engaging;
Time and date, they get forgotten.
In both light and shade is traced eye-salve;
With pleasant devotion mind is packed.
Taking away everything, everything it gives;
A sea of pain gets lost to which remote location?
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Akin to sweet is the grief You give.
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