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Shoroto alor kamolo bone (audio)
Autumn radiance
Blossoms like a precious lotus-pond,
Indulging my muse
Out of my heart
Sunshine, twinkling, aureate,
Echos the clink of her armlets,
Jittery shadows
Are possessed by her veil
Heaving in the wind
Her fragrance, meditative,
Hovers below the Shiuli
Contained within
She is captivating
Expressed outside
She is exquisite
Today, more than ever,
Her purest gaze
Reflects in the royal blue sky
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