
The gushing streams of thoughts,
The reservoir of reluctant spirits,
all burst forth in wild waterfalls,
so splendidly in ravishing bliss.

The gushing streams of thoughts,
The reservoir of reluctant spirits,
all burst forth in wild waterfalls,
so splendidly in ravishing bliss.

Those thousand stars of imaginations
Those divine feats of brave deeds
flow from the celestial sea of Saturn and Uranus,
making you of Olympian Spirits and Minds.

A high cold star on a winter’s night
chiming the notes of her emotions
entering a forgotten melody in the past
is the word she feels for her pathos.

The day’s act has come to an end,
The scenes are become past,
The curtain falls on the stage
with the sound of nightly lullaby.

She wishes he would love her,
When his eyes smile at her.
But she is like a fallen fairy
Who can’t be with a mortal any.
His smiling eyes as always,
It’s just her infatuation.
Her wish she fancies secretly,
It’s just her imagination.

A heavenly maid covered
the vault of heaven
with the gray curtain of rain
all day long .
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