Tao of love

/ Rugby Lion

Inside my dream –
how many nights
without our lips touching?
How many dawns
without our eyes meeting?
There was something.
There was everything……
Lips of blue sky.
Eyes of the mountain moon.
Touch, with breath
of loving kindness.

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