the eyelashes, triggering a moment of fusion.
You still do not know my reverie.
In autumn I will offer black berries.
The silence in the temple was very loud. You climb
the windowpane to see the crying moon.
The veins swell on arms and thighs.
From heart to navel the blood explodes. Love was
very intense before the night ended.
Satish Verma
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