What is this
of your bearing
that gives golden touch
to your smile
How, with lighter veins
You come by the dawn, and
Take all my pains away
Chirping
Not one
But all nest
In oeuvre of your art
Rainbow to my dreams
How beautiful the dance of a peacock
How is it golden, and green
It frolic my heart
A baby to my dreams
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