Behind the Lofty banyan tree,
The golden ball slowly receeds
Could only the sparkling stars decree
Whom vermillion of the sky preceeds.
If only then I wish could paint...
let colors flow like feelings melt
Hold beacon divine in eyes abright,
Reach out my arms, grasp all the light!
With Red and Blue, delightful hue;
Impending raven fails to subdue!
Yet slowly does fade the charm she wore,
the beautiful mistress of sky now sore.
Lost the vermillion I could paint
Lost, time to unfold earthly arms
Long lost the cherub golden Saint,
I could have hidden in my palm!
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