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FORREST OF A PLEASURE
there…
where the moss
will welcome
naked souls
there…
where the laugh
will be spread out
of the stream’s flow
there…
where the red juicy lips
will be aiming
to get lost
into a sweet body
of its God
there…
No limits
But
No exit
There…
***
we're laying
in the bed
Shimborska and me
whispering
about the time
HERE and THERE
not considering
we're pinned
in BETWEEN
Lullaby
the sparrows
finished their
long day market
and cold
evening settled down
on the threshold
of your house
sleepless
butterflies
clothe you
in a dream
swinging on your
eyelashes
kissing you
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight
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