Monal Bird
Your arms be the gentle dandelion's shoot
Swaying and slicing through the reeds of grassland
A part of it and part of me wither and brut
Without the candor of your courteous hand
As your petal waft with an autumnal gust
The cynthia shone in a languid sky; sere and pale
As these fragments of dearing love gone into dust
There's a shadow of darkest crest upon my lovely vale
And how sternly the monal bides my lovely vale
Ravine without a rill and heart without a love
Who'd scarcely hold my arms such weary and frail
While monal wanders within a twilight grove
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