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On the palm of the night, the moon glitters.
In its soft rays, I look at you, and
my heart starts to pound.
On the palm of the night, the moon glitters.
Where have you come from; what city are you going to?,
I wonder, astounded.
that this face is like the moon;
these locks of hair, like the night.
A hundred desires have awakened within me!
a narcotic that gradually clouds my eyesight.
Into my loneliness, into this place of desolation,
you came, bringing such color!
Even so, I wonder,
are you really here,
or are you only an illusion,
like a dream that is formed only to be destroyed? |
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Post time 27-12-2007 08:22 AM
..tecit sangat la.....
Author
..Jom mkn 
