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Fire enjoys destroying the forest. Flames
are in tree. There is no escaping place in the forest. He is passing through
the route. This scene appears in my mind. I read some changes in his attitude. He
cleans the spear and shield in his family temple decorating peacock feathers. His
sexing contact with me is intensive against usual. These are the indications
that he is going to leave me again to shed tears as I did in clandestine
period. The heroine says to her friend-maid.
Poet: not known
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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