Trembling once and again
As a tumbling tree
Trembling and though weak
Its branches bend down
when a storm blows
wedging a compassion on myself
and I brought up a cup as a nectar,
comes out of the dying roots
it heads on as a fortunate love
while I do it out of my atmosphere
blinding a verse out of my thought
garbing the occasion of my lamp
and it flirted the place to dance
those poor eyes had never slept
as that glaring up smoke of my stove
and in a sudden moment I reduce,
my breath to be as the faint fire remains
on a moment came up as a wild gesture
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