The Tamarind trees talk
Of whispering white wisps
And of Dreams dreamt during
Daylight's dawning
Simple-sandaled streets
Laugh at lovers lost
Their finite fires dwindling, albeit
Physically flaring
What do you want, oh wanderer?
We keep all our kisses concretely connected
And every laugh and lick is littered
With loss
Leave us to ourselves.
1 of them wept:
So beautiful...
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