Tell me Sun

Tell me Sun
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Tell me Sun
Who is the dearest?
The spring or the autumn
One charms you with a rose
Another with a thorn
And equal upon them you call
Without any discrimination
O Sun! What a profound mind
You carry when you touch all
And in reverence deep
Down goes my head thou Sol
A life that never dies
Do tell me
Who is the dearest?
The spring or the autumn
For the circumference you carry
Spurs my soul to muse upon
And that goes beyond my perception………