Don't think me a beautiful doll Made of Ceramic. Show me the Art of Nudity of Women. Display no inscription, In delight. Don't prohibit anyone to fall In my love. Like the evening Crow, I'm alone Tonight. The dust of red soil hovers Into wind. The long neck giraffe, in fear, looks Behind. The december evening was not Like this. Her love gave her countless Kisses, With deep red lipstick. Let us walk over this field of Vegetables. Enjoy the aroma of fresh Garden flowers. Feel the pain of Old Structures. Meditate in the forest of bees and Butterflies. I am eager to drink life To the end. In the Cocktail Party, I sought Stellar Light. ©Kdee14 ©santanudatta_
Make a dome of Love, after my death, somewhere in this world. I won't mind, if there is no river beside.