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the falling dew
beaded
in the string of my love
as tiny translucent pearls
echo and sing thy name
and disseminate my scent
Weaving a wondrous
prized necklace adorning thy neck
kissing, the round soft nape
a jewel of pride
and passion gets created
around the sensuous arms
embraced by which the dew drops fell
o’er the bare shoulder
of hers
in silence.
soumyav 