Wind was not enough to say why flower swung,
Sun was not enough to say why its shadow swung,
Time was not enough to know you from you,
The tree at the gate coruscate with red flower,
The sky above coruscate with blue bloom,
The recrudescence of peepal, soothing and fulfilling, yet,
Lacking in many ways,
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