just a minute! perhaps moon will rise,
violesecent darkness is eager
to absorb the balsamic
light, the cavities
of desire
are
restive, to feel your intense passion,
do not know, from where, the
wind brings the aroma
of lemon bloom,
a tipsiness
capped
the life with peculiar sensation, is it
the fragrant amour or the
tuberose blooming
in the fogy
night !
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