Saturday, 9 June 2018




Open window, far nothing but the ocean,
No one who glances except millions of stars,
If slow breeze not comes, no one tab,
Prefect silence if they are not too excited;
Except hue of love, the total dark,
It's natural craving to make love.

The night, never to forget,
It's odor'd in memories, in dark,
When it ripens, kiss, the very first time,
The summer touch of togetherness,
At that I knew how fast a heart could beat,
With love, life gets meaning to live.

Jack Elixir

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