Worn out leaves fall upon the path
It seems that I could have kissed you
In the valley of white jasmine,
in the valley of red rose;
The hazed horizon across
Glows like dainty blossoms,
Blossoms of all kinds that there is
As they fall from the trees at sundown
have you seen the sun rise..
Over the lush green field,
Sprinkling with dew?
It's Eden;
Gardens of thoughts, of love
Time blows on softly to the world
Petals gently fall
amd setting heart, fragile,
Looks back on yesterdays
On the spacious fields of purple,
On the spacious fields of an array of stars
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