(ogo tumi ponchadashi)
Girl of fifteen,
touching.. the fullness.. of the moon..
a hint of a smile alights your dreaminess..
sudden.. wild.. tweets.. solemnize.. your juvenescence..
your slumber.. fragrant with
the first.. fresh watery buds.. of monsoon..
your heartthrobs.. become.. whispers of the forest..
An untenable melancholy.. shades your mind..
like the dark blue.. rainy.. horizon..
as tears.. gather.. in your eyes..
Girl of fifteen,
touching.. the fullness.. of the moon..
a hint of a smile alights your dreaminess..
sudden.. wild.. tweets.. solemnize.. your juvenescence..
your slumber.. fragrant with
the first.. fresh watery buds.. of monsoon..
your heartthrobs.. become.. whispers of the forest..
An untenable melancholy.. shades your mind..
like the dark blue.. rainy.. horizon..
as tears.. gather.. in your eyes..
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