Why gardens are always beautiful,
Into a fence round with bamboo.
Flowers which old and new,
Compares with each other.
Calling the blow of air, hence and thence,
Even sun ray is being counted as
an absence.
Stormy days when the sky full of
clouds,
They can not make so fun,
In want one of them, desire I have,
Have I none?
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