As drops the melting sky into the earth,
The heart can not remain solidified,
Vapour, smoke, or dust
Gets the hearts rendered into
And soar back to the sky.
Down to the hamlets do they drop back.
Sliding to the monsoon moss,
Do per chance breath their last, some 💕.
Unalculated, the corpses of the hearts bears the bosom,
Forlorn, all forlorn.
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