Nay Adieu

Always be a blossom with fragrance-hue Shaking thee in half a quake, from tip to toe, Thy will be touched by a drop of soft dew For continuity of nexus is our vow. The blue-moon time that opens thine petal-lips-fresh Can freeze the ocean; make the rock melt in joy- Only a pace in Odyssey, an ingress A perfect quintessence of life coy. What is that inopportune that begins to shine? Drops of silent tears running on morale cheeks. Do evoke in the special time for grace-divine As sun will rise after every doom night, so have frisk. Peace and comity in gale we are to find Kites always fly not with but against the wind.