The awakening of
a bud of desire in slumber
beneath the cave of mystery
at that hour before the dawn.
Words are born
at those moments of rush hours
of memories lamenting and
filling nostalgia in and around.

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in the nuptial nights
of lusty beds unoccupied.
The birth of the words is
the awakening of
a bud of desire in slumber
beneath the cave of mystery
at that hour before the dawn.

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