My love is the Kadupul.
Enigmatic and rare
Born of a lonely moon's glance,
Sweetly fragranced, her
Tempestuous, amorous wiles
Open her shy petals to the world,
And she dazzles and dances—
A true gift for all to behold

Then sadly—Abruptly
Withering and wilting away,
She bows her head in tiresome decay—
Now the sweetest scent of Death,
Whispers of sadness on her breath,
And she's gone—
Dead by dawn—
Farewell, my tender Kadupul.

Summer is a Gypsy Man

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