The weather is lovely,
You flower like
A beloved flower in the rain.
The first drop,
The first touch,
Is like the descending of heaven.
Is like the music of eternal liberty.
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Love’s face is the fragrance.
It also grows like the light
On the dimness of desire.
The divinity is the dance of
Affection,
It is like caring for the nurses.
War-torn
Are the petals,
Helping hands is meditative.
Let it sprinkle with joy,
The gusto that pushes survival boat
Is full of life.
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