Maya and I
Maya and I
in a queen-sized bed
moonlight and stars,
and the light of love
with the light of love
we met together
The envious tree,
the lonely branches of the tree
The shadowy hands
knocking on the windows
and spoke quietly.
"Stop it!"
But the night breeze came in
through the cracks of the windows
and cheered
"Keep going!"
We went on laid all
through the night.
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