Put me on your pillow
after spoiling my hair
like coat will cover you
your face, arms chest
or very light as a feather
finishing my skin like a trickle
who once visit
Never drink me like water
the spa of which still
I have in mind thinking
for your soul full of silence
peace in your thresholds guests
stillness almost blissful paradise
so very slowly like a brook
your blood silently murmur
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