A rippling breeze comes in.The wind in the leaves dries nature.I never tire of taking you in my hands;of gazing at myselfin the “mirror”.Your eyes – a rare mirrorPour outloveand longing.
Mirror
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Radiance
With your two emeralds beneath your lofty brow you blind me… You blind me, every time I walk to and fro. I do not shy away from that sensual radiance. And you do not shy away Either.
O Dreamy Creature
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…