She came to me all of a sudden
And our eyes logged into memories;
We put moments in a crucible,
Blew the fire to become the blue flames,
And the flames melted the sweet moments
To make them golden in the same way
A goldsmith does on the blown-seethed gold!
(Composed with 9-syllable lines)
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