Sumptuous Temples
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In the sumptuous temples
That hide
Over the hills
Amidst the jungle crowds
Arise fires
Arise scents
Arise sighs of
Ardent desires.
The vestal virgins
Lie
And
The moon dimly
Shines.
Giant columns
Rise
The monks
Hit
Hard
Cymbals
Occasionally.
And
The earth trembles.
The waters of beauty
In a scent of the suns
Burn themselves.
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