The first or the last
You are the first,
Yet will you be the last?
I do not know.
O, behold...
The creek silently flowing, unimpressive...
Shall cease never.
Under the rainbow, as shadows of clouds disperse,
The drizzle of affection, gently murmuring...
May it cease never!
Fertilising the bare rock of one's yearning bosom;
Nurturing, the succession of our blissful passion...
Yet will you be the last?
I do not know.
O, behold...
The creek silently flowing, unimpressive...
Shall cease never.
Under the rainbow, as shadows of clouds disperse,
The drizzle of affection, gently murmuring...
May it cease never!
Fertilising the bare rock of one's yearning bosom;
Nurturing, the succession of our blissful passion...
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