Of my life's colorful days,
You had been a bud of neep.
Rain-bathed and smiling when wet,
To let sway a dangling earring.
Having come at peacock's call and bird's chirp
To go sailing on the far azure...
Garland of stars, girdle of gems;
They had not been the equivalent of Thee.
A multi-colored day's motley bird
Went flying into space, what is this?
It's Your story, it's Your legend:
Having bloomed, a blossom of memory.
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Beaming You appeared but soon did leave.
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