In what
blank look
I search
inside
Streaming vapors,
wafting
That warm tea-cup,
The shadow
Of thy face!
Many times
Appearance flash
With
twisting glance
Enamored by
thy look
How I charm
my wish
To ladle a
whirl
Inside the tea-cup
In what
blank look
I searched
inside
It took me by
one
Cajoling
and conjoining
The look
In eternal mirror
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