In this world i could smell the sounds,
hear the scents and taste the heat,
i could feel drops of sunlight on my skin,
i heard the soft melody of the scented hills,
hunger was a myth,
i could taste the warm sun rays
A sip from the wet sun.
Mysterious born to mind,
The queen of this world,
Poking me with fangs of passion.
A cup of love and a tray of peace.
Touched by the sunlight dinner
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