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Come home

when you’re home with me,

I feel migrated from my body

out with you in the garden of love

with your smiles, it’s flowers

your teeth as the align hedges

clothed in white like the snow

your kiss as cool as the morning dew

which softens my lips like with the leafs

and your body’s moves when you dance

like the dazzling plants swaying in the wind

your touch, so warm like the rising sun

the voice, so melodious like a nightingale on the tree

then when the sun sets, we lay on the grass, our mat

and await the moon to shine on our deeds.