I have to say something,

But will not say,

At the threshold of temple,

Devotion will not, I weigh.

The fragrance of imagination,

Fills my heart,

Yet will not bloom

The flower of my art.

Of the stellar world,

I know the mystery,

But yet my words,

Will never reveal it.

A lonely purple cloud,

On the edge of the sky stays,

But the secret of its solitude,

No one will know.

solitudeOn the shore far away,

A silver liner is parked,

Yet it will never, Touch the shore,

Your graceful gaze,

Has set me ablaze,

Yet that fire,

Will never scorch you.

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