In a cloth-wrapped bundle of sudama's unspoken love
Hang them in the blue-god's temple of monsoon
And bring on your wings of sunlit golden dawn
Come, fly with me on cotton wool clouds of kisses
Into Indra's thousand-eyed heaven
There on a bed of orange-stemmed blossoms,
I will woo you again and again from tomorrows and yesterdays
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