Late one night of autumn, betwixt You and me,
Amid jasmines blossoming, our acquaintance.
On enchanted lower lip, repeatedly,
What had happened, there is no forgetting that.
With You was Your charming flute;
Lively and playful, Your eyes two.
By that flute, the universe, dance-rapt;
By those eyes, the world, sweetness-packed.
Much time has elapsed consequently;
Many a nebula and star have come into being.
How much has arrived, how much has disappeared;
But still now that memory is filled with fragrance.
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Sunday, July 30, 2023
A lasting impression
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Regardless of the time intervening or events in between, I recall our first meeting, eagerly awaiting the next one.
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