The brass burnished vessel
Floats over us upside down
By woman of a hair flowing.
Mountain goes up and down.

Vessel brass and burnished,
Woman flows in sweet river
Smelling of the far mountain.
Woman’s hair is above river.

A mountain floats her eyes,
As a river flows to  the sea.
A wind sets its sweet ripple.
My lines spill   its monsoon.

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