To see a bud bloom
Over the blanket of morning dew
Thru December’s birth near ECR
Sensed not delightful when my eyes fell upon you;
And then that smile -
This sailed me to the realm
Wherein even the paradise shan’t
Be measured the finest.
No mark, all mute and no magic in the air;
But I was in love honey then and there.
Avise- Hey love – I wish to announce
It’s me the Sunflower yearning for
The distant far-fetched big red golden ball.
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