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Jun 2014
We experimented
like zen monks,
wrote haiku in the sand
& frolicked together
in spirituality.

Your circle of candles
enlightened me
& pachouli whirlwinds
engulfed our
sacred hours.

O Woman,
you were
the dust
trailing
behind comets,
the samukaze
upon my face
& traces of you
still linger
in my heart.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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