Moushumi moushumi - Ecstasy

I thought it a fruit of love
I learned it a sweet genuine path
To attain matured lust.
I risked the age,
I broke all the doors
With petard ledge;

It was not the fruit of love.
It was not a genuine thought,
To reach the proper feet
Not worth breaking all the vows
Once dear and sacred though;
As now proves a mistaken show.

29th Dec2008

Moushumi moushumi

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