Tthe orchestra of nature
With all their skills and tickling voice
Cannot beat the melody of the future
That we are dancing into, my choice.
Right from the time the Rivers’ air Whispered into my ears the 11 chapters
Of affection laced with everything fair,
My heart slid into subconscious matters.
You sent the air, don’t say you didn’t.
They told me many things about you!
You stand like a glass without a daint;
I’m getting ready to get drunk with you!
Check my back, love, use this torch.
Did you see the mark of firmness?
Come to my side, drop the egg scorched,
Feel my impulse, can you hear the sweetness?
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