I'm pulling you out of the dress down on the sand.
Devouring your heart from the spiders club.
Charmed - just a little, by the smell of your skin in the moonlight
and the whiteness of the knees in the tide of male vanity.
*
A dry valley can be a sea ?!
For a moment, a doubt butterfly appears.
And then I'm lost in your arms.
On the side road in the forest of sighs.
*
And after that, when the rain of the monsoons drenched our bodies
On the sand dune of hope, restless
I'm creating a glass beads mosaic
From mosaic, a resurrected butterfly is taking off again.
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