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 After long waiting beside the lake
She became helpless as if she was
Not being responded in the shallow
For the silent sound in the solitary woodland.
The virgin came here in the moon lit night
Glittering and twinkling over the waves
In the watery chain of the sea weed.
She was alone in the meadow herein;
In the sunshine rays like being fallen.
Over the water lily prying into
As if the foes always guard against her
On the side of the lake inside the shades
The thing that never fades
The nature that comes to her
For everlasting growth in the idea of
real life being laden as if fallen asleep
In the race of sanctifying plants and trees
Where a burnt child touches her    
On slow motion as if slowly visits her..

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