Buddha and the peony flower

The cool breeze
with all her strength,
to take me away from here.
With your words,
the temple bell tolls-
even among the insects.
It’s enviable, the beauty
and gracefulness
of a magpies love.
Its spirit plays,
like faint footprints
on the sand.
I am no longer
waiting for the end.
Or the dreams of
sheltering sleepers.
For my dreams are fertile,
and full of stars that stir.
Come with me tonight,
and you will shiver
under my caress.
And I will drink your
perfumed kisses.
Then, we will fulfil the night.

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