Still
It's here where I lost it
It's all over on this crafted walls
inscriptions of desire
Where I couldn't wish to look further.
The scent of that whimpering awoke my stubs
in the midnight void I was coaxed in a dream.
why should this sweet mellow exhume my bygones?
Down the meadow I danced towards the fountain.
She lay gazing at eternity
my stubs Identified with her serenity
Like soul mates: we lay gazing at eternity
as my stubs reinvented in her serenity.
Still I lay drunken and wet in the meadow
still she cling to the fading rose I put on her saree
Still I look at eternity in her profound serenity
Still I lay dreaming.
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