My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

Soft desire....

From the frozen horizon U rise like the feather curved.....;

true symbol of divinity unnnerved...

Casted forth the pleasure of the moment' motion .....;

Ruling out the sensiousness of every pleasure and emotion.....

From the window pane..

U peep forth.......Soft is ur touch..;.

I love it very much!!!!

Soul embarking on that inquisite soft light...as if its a rendition of heart's delight!!!!

Chastity is ruling out ur white robe....U lie all above.....

U r graceful ur r adolesecnce maturity....U know ur angels purity......

Still night after night......U stay alone,though the soft toUch still remains.....

She hugs U ....she never abstains....

sometimes u hide again in HER feathery arms.....

................... B ut she still loves to u see u in every aspects of heavenly sensious psalms....

sookannya



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