Internal sufferings are not obligated to the virtues social
Sufferings external unaccountable to the deeds positive,
Lingering souls over the eternal fire place consuming the fleshes
Are not exonerated from outcomes unpleasant shivering the blood.
Our winter is perennial having cluster of snowy upper hand
Pervading the grey fields of chill perception under the darkness
Where mankind complete the honeymoon with the fingers white
Pointing towards the rage. of dangling summer upon the hills ancient.
Faithful ears refuse the ingress of cracking of burning conscience
Coming out of the fire place by hiding within bosom consenting.
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