Strapped as it were to earth's gravity,
But, all its sighs do is to
Pull on heartstrings of lunatics
Far beneath the clouds
That they wished to climb
Those clouds, they wish too
For moonless, star-drenched nights
Where twin souls go to make love
On numbered nights of togetherness
And ages later, smell each other's lips
In first rains drenching the ground
While the moon pursues her fortnightly
Death, her undying desire for that very sun
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