Having drunk wine of caroling fair damsel
I heard a tongue-talker speak from a pulpit:
“We fruits of Eve are fowls with one wing
Else wing-of-the-Spirit is woken by spurs
Of loveliness that lets us to touch the sky-
No sparrow can wing with only one wing
Hope pure-voice of the caroling damsel
Woke for you the second wing; hope you
Sailed to mansions of The-Father’s house”-
With heart visited by angel-of-love I mused:
“Aye truly lade with vigor, free from strife-
Lots of sap tipped from veins of the tree of life-
With tears of love falling off the All-Seeing-Orb,
Heaven held fibers of my locks to his heartbeats
Each heartbeat drummed serenades into my soul
But some poser yet floats nigh fibers of my locks-
I wonder why Heaven took shape of a damsel-
The cambers of her breast, pirouette of her locks
And smiling furrows hanging nigh her forelocks,
They woke a second wing with which I took-wing
Wings with which I sailed into ambits of romance”-
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