In the depths of feeling I drown,
Shades of memory,
Enveloped in a fleeting frown,
Of sorrow, joy, succumbing bliss,
Heathen’s arms reach out,
Eyes mere lids, as a whispered kiss,
Traces its way south.
Released! Free from all traditions,
No life taboos, nor,
Heaven, I have found.
Listen to the palms…
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