Staring into the Sun
Beautiful dancers of caste,
One came from the past.
Frost should never survive,
Knowledge of more time.
Come not to us, our bliss.
The gods have us kissed.
Pyramids and mountains,
One longs for the fountain.
Soul, they say has no end--
No intruder to strike again.
No one sings in a hearse,
Your last desired curse.
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