The night spread
Document my wishes
Twinkling with stars
Like scented dreams
Spreading aroma
As jasmine do
I have kept
my windows open
to let the beauty, prove
that warriors are not
there with swords and spears
but soft images that wrap my blinking eyes
I mate
My beauty queen
with a wet gleam
seeing her in my tear drops
the other into my beat
Documenting my wishes in the night spread
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