In the seasons of jubilations approaching
What can be more good omen
What may I wear at night
Illuminating my appearance
When its obscure cloudy
I know what a sight it shall be
Dried twigs in autumn
Desirous sprouts coming to life
Moon wanting to share
Wont have a motive
No blossoms -no celebrated moment
What is joy of life without you?
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