O' Charming , as the time passes by
I find no end of your's in sight -
Only flits over the universe
a touch of lofty delight .
At this corner of the day
Over the golden tint of the evening cloud ,
My mind warbles it's way
on an endless flight .
The fragrance of the fagged out flowers
hovers with the wind's caress.
The whole existence is locked in a figure-less embrace.
In the grayness of the twilight at the boundary
of the green earth ,
I can hear every where
the refrain of eternal song of light .
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