Zywa
Into myself
The rippling sings
for me, only I
am here, it plays
with itself and it sings
so beautifully and clearly
for me, everything
caresses me with colours
and is loving me
it exults and dances
charms
above and below
disappear
I exist, I can no longer
think, satisfied I am
sinking into the scent
of my seed
dressed in the spotty light
of rocking water
I am merging with you
and you sing, you sing!
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