My heart goes rambling

on the verge of tears of jade,

along streams of nectar and honey

and on their golden fords it lingers.

My heart goes rambling

on giddy mountain peaks

licked by twisting tongues of fire.

Clouds of incense scented vapor

intoxicate it.

A contrasting feeling of death

and revival makes it blur

in indefinite, infinite visions of

unearthly yet human paradises.

My heart goes rambling on your lips.

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