Thanks My Love!
Thanks my Love
for the whistle of the solitary cuckoo
from the branches of desire,
echoing the eternal joy of intimacy.
Thanks my dear for the toll of
the bell of longing, in the dark,
from the temple of Lord Shiva,
and the evening star, searching through
the tender foliage of love, for
the moon of your face hidden in my bosom.
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