The flower grows as nature blooms
To pollinate the womb,
The tallest greenest freshest scent ,
Travels up to Everests tomb.
The mountain creeks sing a kiss
The mammal’s dance till dawn
For in the morn no mist of mists
or time to travel on
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Senual and by metaphor sexual it speaks to the seduction of the night. Lovely
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