O flower I enjoyed your good look
she got angry
O river I enjoyed yourrunning beauty
she got angry
O evening I was enjoying your face in the sky
she got angry
O dear moon queen of the sky I was about to look at you
she got wild
Henceleaving you all
on one fine evening I started appreciating heronly
she smiled and became a spring garden
youall standin shegarden here and there as metaphors !
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