Who cares,
For what message the cuckoo brings
The pathos behind its touching song
Why the dying Keteki sings
Sitting on thorns for all night long.
The dew drops from the dust
Misses their lost freshness..
The season of lust,
They had been the pride of autumn's chest..
As my love misses your sight
The warmth of the lost days,so bright!
Shadow of blue on dreams such green,
Perhaps,the veil of pain heart hath seen.
How pearl drops shine at the tree top
Oh dear! they are the agony my eyes bear..
Straight wins grief in every smile
I know,
Theres passiveness along a thousand mile..
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