Friday, November 27, 2009

The Last Exchange

Do not go away so soon
Share with me your last secret
Before the evening bell rings
In the temple of this hazy hamlet
Come let us have our last exchange

Do not go away so soon
Share with me this last slice of green mango
Let me feel the shiver of sourness in your chin
In this dense orchard of illicit vine
Come let have our last exchange

Do not go away so soon
Share with me this warm hay-fire
Before the last winter ends
Let us talk at last of you and me
Come let us have our last exchange

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