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Nov 2015 · 933
The Scent of Love
Arash Titan Nov 2015
The scent of your elegant body deadens my mind and leaves it imprecise
I want nor wine nor ****; your resuscitative breath alone shall suffice
I cannot say what loves have come and gone, but in your arms I come alive
There is a sacred sign in your silent sight, which bring forth the scent of paradise
Originally published on Pulsar #77, Pulsar Webzine #25, (December 2015)
Nov 2014 · 1.1k
Seize the Day
Arash Titan Nov 2014
If with chalices of fine wine you are drunk, be delightful!
If lounged with a glamorous moonfaced, be delightful!
Since the end, the intention of this universe is nonexistence;
Thus image your oblivion, and then while you are, be delightful!
This work by Arash Titan is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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