When the birds sublimated into the air I had lost my sight When the snow grinded and sealed the earth My ears had been deafen After a clock capsulized and catalyzed the time over and over I just got a goosebumps While the clouds were crucibled into a quintessence My hairs fell down in strands Plum blossoms glowed and half-boiled a thick fog And my nostrils started to flare The creek kept distill and sediment the hills My heart…I have no heart… With my hands in namaskara mudra I curlewed my neck and slumbered And from the arches of my feet A whole hell of cold mountain heaved -- http://blog.roodo.com/kamadevas --

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