Apr 2015
There is a silence that our lips
Only know, only make
And only surrender to, somewhere,
Some place, in the rhythm,
With the movement, at the sound,
Of laughters making love.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Only know, only make
And only surrender to, somewhere,
Some place, in the rhythm,
With the movement, at the sound,
Of laughters making love.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
("The Pearl of the Orient")
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