A grain of sugar to a fasting tongue
Or a verse of a long long epic sung
A tingling ripple on a stagnant lake
Or a true gold guinea among all fake
Desert dew, gone too very soon
Or a pebble from it for the entire moon
The sunset show in a village pond
Or among all peanuts a single almond
Short-lived like a morning rainbow
Or an orange tree in savanan meadow
In a flash of a shooting star
Or a note of a flute from far
In gloomy evening a moment free
Whilst my beloved talked to me .
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