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20.06.2015 г., 19:37 ч.

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I feel her dancing as vapor,
flowing upward like a river;
She is the color of rain,
the taste of sunlight on skin.


Her lips caress my thoughts
and dressed she shines in words;
Condensing, shedding clothes
she deems of lesser worth;
If dressed at all
can be the breath
of summer night awhirl

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