Of Love Lessons learnt, this shall be the darkest
instance;
When flippancy in winds gains not a petal of sincerity,
For deceptions infinite latch onto Life, emblems of impermanence,
With a petal a day forfeiting breath, without a fight.
Thus sobered wind practices hard Constancy,
Binding up the flutter of a leaf, glaring upon shadow-pockets
of sweet respite,
All for an embalmed Adoration, to be tediously bought.
While perspiring bricks scream:
“Heat, we love you not!”
