Present, but of past!
Midnight, awake, watching the ceiling,
The reveries recollected,
Being in the open field-
Watching the stars afar…
Lying on the grass blades, with whom-
I shared my secret stories…
Immersed in the beauty of the twinkling stars!
I forgot, at that moment,
Of the stars filling glee in me,
Being still alive!
Or had already vanished into oblivion?
Or had already vanished into oblivion?
We sometimes enjoy the fruits of past-
And at times the sources are no more…
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