Milky misty radiance falling in the night.
Raindrops slipping across
the thread,
In the breeze, her curls
pushing the rain drops, through the lines of imaginary threads.
One drop after
another.
Her curls touching my
heart in the swing.
Her lips, her eyes, and eyebrows,
Producing ecstatic words,
To the poets, to the paintings,
You know it, you are the center of-
Celebration of my words, my moon
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