open-ended book on the shore
of some dormant pages
modern style and classical user mode
to attract your senses...
teaching to love you and craving
for the possible of utopia
pulling up the wave of sheets
string of pearls around your dreams
gazing you through the comprehensible
light of orchid-flavoured darkness
listening to silent voices the chanting
echo of arousing sentiments...
going back to sleep against
the humid flesh of stars
always so anxious in the angels garden...
living in fear to lose you
in the swamp of triteness...
my memory keeping the touch
of the first journey
waiting the indigo of trades
along with forte-piano and daintiness
our island , sand dune,lagoon,softness...
adventurous fingers ,running the rapture
of your seasons
mint flavour taming the fluid opal
of your reasons...
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