Without sound, without notice,
springing out like a delicate lotus,
Lovely poetry is softly teasing.
When glistening water reflects the morning star,
when the soft touch of dandelions are seen afar,
Lovely poetry always self-seeking.
The aroma of freshly cooked cinnamon apples,
or the melodious sound of bells from the chapels,
Lovely poetry fills the inner being.
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