Ho Xuan Huong
Day And Night - Poem by Ho Xuan Huong
Peekaboo we used to play;
my hands covered my face,
your hands covered your face,
incredible, there we were gone.
That is what we play now, your
hands on my face and my hands
on your eyes. Incredible
how we disappear into each other.
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