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You | Fire You lit in a forest of [[:wikipedia:Butea monosperma|teak]]. | ||
A forest fire entered mind; | |||
Through songs it brightened psyche. | |||
By color's wine, the mind's been frenzied, | |||
the mind | With color the world has gotten filled. | ||
the world | Into my hue, the hues of Thee | ||
I will mix constantly. | |||
the | Affixed to the universe is a game of color; | ||
In color the self of all gets lost. | |||
A [[:wikipedia:Sky lantern|balloon]] goes sailing | |||
Toward the sky of psyche; | |||
Hope's lamp keeps burning | |||
In that same zeppelin. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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