Võõrkeelne kuudetagune India-luulu teile kuni ma pausi panen

How She dances to pieces my peace of mind
The fury that fuels Her is hardly unkind
Dressed in desert and heavy rain
Her climatic moodswings are simply insane
In vain
With worldly words I try to tempt Her
Because my love
My god
She’s got temper
Never asleep
She silently seeps
Sweltering heat
Smelling so sweetly
And deep
Muddy waters
As She finally lays Her head in North-Western bays
Long limbs spread out alongshore
Not nightsky in Her eyes
Nor the sea where She lies
Could add up to what She is
To me

April 14, 2008
by cardioplegia

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