The Early Morning Dew Runs Down the Glass
CXIV
The early morning dew runs down the glass
As silence with the song of cricket breaks
The precipitous night indeed had passed
A dawn of hope renewed with light awakes
As sparrows carefree pick on fresh cut grass
The hollow wind died with the noise it makes
The tempest past seems there is peace at last
Within the eye of him all conflict takes
An ancient gourd ascends the broken wall
Felled flowers turn green lemons into sweet
When strained relations we would not recall
Restored affections find some ways to meet
Eternal moments in the stormy gale
Did make our hearts as one in peace prevail
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