The honeymoon.
Loving poetry
You are all my own
Blossomed and bloomed
I was advanced in your
loving ideas
The boiling mist of a
new moon
My baby in a
mountainous area
With a gentle touch of
your lip
To accumulate
Again, and again
By cutting off this
dark darkness
It was intoxicating
The whole soul
You kiss
At our honeymoon...

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