Veiled within the deep gloominess of night;
She entered into his hut to throw little light;
Holding a jar of pure wine in her inner heart;
She walked over his green valley, hills unhurt;
A word of her budding love, to whisper in his ears;
Ripped cherry fruits, to pluck without fears;
In search of a divine glow, her soul concealed.
Sharing a  verse of lust, once, She conceived !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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