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Nirvana
I took my shoes off and entered into the room of darkness of which the shiny black satin slipped from her shoulder exposing the tender flesh hungered with living passion burning like hot red iron. I hammered it to work out the pattern of my poem rhyming like the whistle of the wind and shining like satiny moon in the open sky at midnight. Fearful of hurting the silence shrouded in the dark night by my feet, I plunged softly as petal and lightly as air on the darkness, I peeled off my footprints that glimpsed on tender skins of her body, but my feet burnt red. I never mind the severe pain for the beauty of my living concealed in depth of darkness. The cestrum that blooms in the night reveals so much beauty in my eyes. and smelts so much sweet fragrance, but the humming of the black bee of the death mused in my ears. Whirled I'm through the vortex of the darkness of the night to let it hold me in its grasp – My soul may never spill out of it even like the transient light of the shooting star sparkled in the dark sky of the night. *** Cestrum – Night jasmine
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