Wet Dream
Night is sleeping
Charmed by the door
The shadow drooped in the day
In the flowering bed
The window of the jungle is crossing
It's a rhythmic song I've heard somewhere
In the memory of the first day
The rainstorm is looking for a fog in the dark
Sleeping in sleep
The dream came true
At the end of the trunk
I went to another lake
I will go on a day that I do not see yet
There I am singing melodious cymbals in the flowering flask
What are we waiting for?
Copyright © Shelva Smenon | Year Posted 2018
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