some clouds have gathered
on the south-east sky,
a rainbow has risen
rightly opposite of it
infatuated I'm
by the kiss of pole-star,
on the bank of a river
I've found a hefty stream of population
some clouds have gathered in my mind,
covered me with dead sea
no bee was there,
no hive or honey
the tears to the shore-less sea
now flow by the eye
for litigant lie
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