dew falling in drips bears
whispers of the foliage.
let us share the beats of heart,
and awake into a start.
only these drops
can bring the harmony
of love in berth and death
in its sublime faith.
see! these drops of love
bear the taste of tears
of bondage
and shower and shower
into the lamented.
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