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Whirling dervish Dec 2017
She took me to the skies__
|Where the gods made love|
Her wings covered me:﹋^﹋
I felt beautiful,
And here I told her my tale.....
Her wings fell down' '
I was left revealed,
Who will cover me now?
I want to beautify death
She listens to the words that never escape our lips.

— The End —