I love the sound of your noise,
on my thatched roof at nights.
muttering words explainable as you pour,
sweet warmth met only for two
and your pouring is so soft and gentle that it speaks to my body,
As you wash away the dirt from my bare skin.
Even as present and the past intertwine in ecstasy.
The dead leaf bear witness of your greenish power.
your smell fill the ground and atmosphere,
reminding of a love that never end.
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