My love for her at first was like the smoke that drifts

Across the marshes

From burning woods.

But, after she had gone,

It was like the lotus that lifts up

Its heart shaped buds from the dim waters.

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[54]

 In Exile

My heart is mournful as thunder moving

Through distant hills

Late on a long still night of autumn.

My heart is broken and mournful

As rain heard beating

Far off in the distance

While earth is parched more near.

On my heart is the black badge of exile;

I droop over it,

I accept its shame.

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