There are nine layers folding the “I”, and
The aerial textures harmoniously wrapped
The being immaculate virgin and innocent
The one that loves for eternity and a day more
Every word that kisses it
Feels the gentility of its skin
The transparent silk reveals
Its torso evoking sexual desires
The dormant desires
Yet the smile comes in the front of it, and
The voice infrasonic melody in the air
Foresees the further step of the prodigy
The birds in the sky show their happiness
I remain grateful
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