Shadows dance and make merry,
Love burns with flickering passion,
The mirth of the abandoned, demented, eccentric,
The minds that pained hearts clash in
The winds, the sun, the earth,
they try to liberate their friend ;
She flows, and weeps, and travels the world,
pools without form or face in the end.
Then flows another, crimson with passion,
runs through arboreal prisons,
Plunges into her depths, brings hue,
and transcendence sans discard or obliteration
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