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The fading desert moon shines
Nobody cares nor does stare.
Love means
Dipped inThe fragranceOf the cool summer breeze-That has never touchedA virgin bosom,That has never kissedThe virgin lips,But has blown right throughThe night dark hairs,And the dream lorn eyebrowsOf the MermaidWho sleepsHalf a momentOn the lap of her love andThe other halfOn the pyre of her lover’sBed of dreams.
Shivering in the mild –
To hold my hands close,To hug me like a rose-With passion for the heart to build.
Name an abode worth going
The destiny may just singLike the tip of an arrow thrownto the far end of dead lawn.
So many years of solitude
The dead moon turns red.
You are my teacher
When my tiny footsteps tumbled.