The champa youngling states: "Don't forget me;
I'll go on scattering scent.
I'm a bud, I'll be a blossom,
Upon branch I will sway back and forth;
On a garland having come, your mind-state I'll make forget.
"Day and night, one story only,
Just one hope, one worry;
I will dance through ever-floating pollen.
"On the edge of forest, my dwelling,
Affection is moving with me;
I will keep you full of beauty and merriment."
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Wednesday, January 3, 2024
Tiny though I be
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