As she returned from the nearest temple of Goddess
With her hand carrying the offerings on the piece
Of the green plantain leaf, she saw her soulmate clad in
The traditional attire, wait for having a mark
On his forehead by her finger with cool sandal paste;
The lovely breezes of November soon embraced them!
(Composed with 13-syllable lines)
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