The Cypress Brook Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Behold! It's an event of the last rainy summer.
I did start walking while the sun was still behind.
The cypress brook, a shade was along me,
But I couldn't touch her; it was like she was enshrined.
My spirit swelled like all the beauty was around me,
The shade appeared again in midway and smiled.
For me, it was like having a guide inside me, though
Alone I was, and the shade was like a moon child.
At one moment, it went away far into a wheatberry field.
And danced with the bells of the wind, as my sister,
For a while, I sat on an emery stone, too worried.
My purple heart was filled with her shy smiles.
In the meantime, I sought some atonement.
Nearer a weem, where I come across a team
Of femmes singing a chorus of
religious theme,
While gathering the dried cidar
cones,
It's a sort of fuel for their winter, I understand.
While the ember day began to decline and then
Some bitter tones bruised, I was kissed by the breeze.
Of leafyland, then, there came a treat of hushed
Tones, and then rich tones, so tranquil likewise.
From the blue stones, and her moans. atlength
She moonlight away vanish, in a singing way.
into a sea of unknowns