SENSATION
In a sapphire summer evening,
I shall go uphill the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn,
Devastating the short meadow:
In a dream I shall feel
Its coolness on my body;
I shall let the wind soak
my uncovered breasts
I shall not converse,
I shall think about nobody:
But endless love
will mount in my heart;
And I shall voyage far,
very far, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside;
as happy as if
I were sleeping
in your strong arms…
BY Williamsji Maveli
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Email: williamsji@yahoo.com
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