The mirror is in youth, the jasmine in bloom, Smoky is the kohl like the moon in a Dewdrop. Someone chiselled a solitaire on the finger of my beloved, I will dance with her shadow on the rims of a dewdrop. A pack of wolves ravaged a blossom last darkness, The ocean of law has […]
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