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Sea Of Love

It is

the rainy season,

I dig

a canal;

In the hope of union

I clap

my hands.

The clouds are

pregnant

with drops from

the sea of love;

I am pregnant

with those

clouds.

Don’t say

you are not

a musician,

clap your hands!

Come !

I will teach you to

become one.

So bright !

will you tell me whose house is that?

I love bright houses so !

Alas I hide

my own water of life

As oil drops cover

the surface

of water.

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