There flows an invisible, river of subtle emotions he felt,
separating the immediate reality and the realm of art;
gazing the reclining nude,with a pair of eyes conjured,
he levitated to the other bank of reality as if by magic,
while she waited and waited,somewhat perplexed,
then her eyes intervened, made him cross over so fast.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
There flows an invisible, river of subtle emotions he felt,
separating the immediate reality and the realm of art;
gazing the reclining nude,with a pair of eyes conjured,
he levitated to the other bank of reality as if by magic,
while she waited and waited,somewhat perplexed,
then her eyes intervened, made him cross over so fast.
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