The night lit with red lamps,
oozing musk into the air,
the moon's drunk in the rhythm
of the dancer's heart,
as he twirls his partner.
She smiles through the night
as the jasmines on her hair
fills his heart with rivers
of passion of the heavens.
The mystique of the night
grips time as it stands still,
as they get engraved in time .
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC
The night lit with red lamps,
oozing musk into the air,
the moon's drunk in the rhythm
of the dancer's heart,
as he twirls his partner.
She smiles through the night
as the jasmines on her hair
fills his heart with rivers
of passion of the heavens.
The mystique of the night
grips time as it stands still,
as they get engraved in time .
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