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May 2016
Trees are like painted in gold
Oh!how funny when it gets cold
All the trees with flowers in red
Talk to us like they are all dead

Cause sun is hiding behind the horizon
Leaving all of us behind to be frozen
But a voice coming beyond their sight
Tells them to welcome the reaching night

And it comes the time for strangers
Though for somebody it is the time of dangers
Hawks fly over the horizon while cicadas scream
To enjoy the night's best part as we call cream

Oh!everywhere the dark,like a girl's curly black hair
Have a walk and feel the bliss of touching the night there
God save your majesty!cause this is your realm
The darkness hardly escaped due to your overwhelm

You,the orb of night has at last risen
Leading the angel of night to her mission
Under the moonlight is a path going to somewhere
Having bushes with blossomed moon flowers and a mere

The bard doesn't need where the path ends
He only sees a short way along due to the bend
Espy the sight of the moonlit path with thickets and flowers in both sides
The flaxen colored ,lambent path uttering a secret to our minds

Feel the zephyr and the impenetrable darkness
The ambosia wash away your harshness
The swift and cold wind blowing apace
Always washing the ire away and making amaze

The empyrean which recall the color of clematis flower
With twinkling stars gathered around their lover
Very blissful to have their lover today
Beaming at us more brightly than the last day

The celestial body has arrived today
Making the whole night awaken and it may
Do it until the world come to its finishing day
The moonlight is the syrup of night as I say
May
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