Tears are shed,

while stains of red

are falling on the ground.

A weeping sound

heard all around.

What a day is this,

a state of bliss.

 

Love and hate mixed in a pot.

Steam rising like the anger of the Earth.

The one who stirs is filled with great mirth,

but still the water is very hot.

 

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