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miercuri, 24 iulie 2013

MY QUEEN


MY QUEEN

Oh my love, my Queen,
Now let my burning tongue swim
Into the pond of rapturous fragrance 
That emerges from the cells of your skin
And let its panting soul breathe
Under the shades of inclining mountains
From where I shall drink the nectar of my desire..

Hanook Gohar
Copyrights@March16,2013. 

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