Love and Nature (2nd version)









"Love and Nature"- C. Acharya


Night Jasmine blossoms at night,
Just like you my love.
You ride the mountains I create,
With the snow on your face.
Melting my heart of rock,
Creating lava.
Snow filling more and more.

I hold those with the tip of rose,
And chew the nectar away.
Those are soft like sponge I play.

Our faces lost in awe of moon,
As i go deeper and deeper of your ocean,
To find skyjumper's pleasure for both. 

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