In the river of cold winds
flow trees
fnd from trees
oozes noise.
The earth lit with fireflies,
like twinkling stars
framed in the window.
The eucalyptus trees
inscribe verses of fragrance
on the pages of dark winds.
At dawn -
a flower of sun
emerged from the mountain rock.
How silent stood the trees.
The green shawl of grass
patched with clouds.
The mirror of stream
Shattered!
A star was setting!!
From ‘Aur’
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