the eventide ...  
is so comforting ,
its comforting all mi senses,
that they wish to make love to her,

the smoke that came,
from the burning of some heaps of leaves ,
found a path to my soul, 
the eventide is so enchanting..

and holding my hand,
she took me to a distant land,
(her secret place),
where i met with mi memories,
her rival ,the Day,
had made slaves,
of me and them,
keeping us in separate prisons,
under separate sentence; 
  .. and she had ever guarded them...
        with basic consistency.


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