The frangipani of another land, far away,
It had inundated life.
With bright glow on a wind sweet,
Floating in, it's song had arrived.
Light of glee on its cheeks,
In it there's no evil, only weal.
Uninvited, it had come one fine morning;
Having forgotten its any wounded pride.
At late afternoon, silently it dropped on me.
To unknown place it withdrew stealthily.
Left behind was its song with rhythm and melody;
Begun was its new enterprise.
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It's a huge universe. Physically, He could only stay so long.
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