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The Last Lyre

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The moment our eyes meet,

a caterpillar gets thousand colour's wing.

The moment you whisper my name,

all birds stop tweeting.

The moment our fingers interlace,

the rose buds open up petals.

The moment you pull me closer,

a high-tide swamps all walls.

As you caresses my back,

the rivers wait breathlessly.

A cyclone strikes my senses,

as your face get closer to me.

As you hug me tight,

I witness thousand sunshine.

The world cease to exist,

as your lips touches mine.

Every time we make love,

a new universe we create.

As you lie tired and naked on bed,

I smell the earth on your chest.

I close my eyes.... and......

……and a sleepy blue ocean covers my senses.

Orpheus pick up his lyre for last time,

the moment I start feeling 'tu me monques.'

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Written by moumita
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