One morn such like this...

One morn
Such like this
Blown by winds carrying glossy sweet perfumed wet mist
me traveled
To hills
And
Found Her,
In silence as draped by woods of pine
In gongs as sounded by path through a trail white lined...

One morn
Such like this
Full of smell of incense bearing sticks
Hanging in the breeze like flags aflutter
me traveled
To hills
And found Him,
In sombre green alseep,
As if He there kept his songy heart, dipped...

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