I cant differentiate
Gazing up and down
Each from each, for what's standing
Petitely, beside.
Nor can diverge I, no
Not one millimetre
Each from each, for what's shaping
Slim-poised, alongside.
Beyond the inseparableness
Can but one be named
For what of beauty, blooms there
Unconcious; 'Spring's pride'!
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