I know the power of love
As it was composed
With the sharpest
Blade of silk.
I know the burning eyes
Of summer as my
Kitchen darkness all
Around filled
With Jackals
And Jewels.
With bold voice,
And with humble
Mute and unknown
Melody, I am travelling
On silk route…
China!
India!
We they emerging
Eyes of
Dove's?
Necklace,
The ultimate
Lock of doves!
Doves!
But,
Without olives
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