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The words I said in the night
Echoed in the rising morning
In the valley of my turbulent mind
Why the words of love need hollow
To hear her past in future echo?

And the image of Narcisus
Reflects from wishful water was not so stupid
But the song of Solomon does not make me fool
May she kiss me with the kisses of her mouth!

For her love is better than wine
And make me glad in her fragrance

Just release through the holes of my pure flute
Your music, texture and weaving of untouched echo
Humor, wit, sensual or intellectual and all you know
But again the time repeated echo to echo burst
In my mind, place and soul of warm colored presence
Like a Truth as dark night follows the golden dawn

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~