her smile was a mirage painted
on mie favourite wall
in the castle-like cave
i had built up in the air
her voice was an erhu in motion
in a blissful symphony
orchastrated for a divine melody
kissing the soul of the departed
closer to his own heaven
her smell was a scent fetched
in an unknown blue orchid
on the edges of a blunt plateau
i had been so many times in mie dreams
her love was a grasshopper's leap
from one blade to another
with the same overused lie
and a faking thirst begging for
life till the time's end
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