MORNING PAPERS IN YOUR EYES by Bhuwan Thapaliya

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1–2 minutes
I’m stretching my arms
toward eternity

in search of you
with the stars in my eyes

and weaving the moonlight
in my soul with joy.

Love, O’ my love,
come to me,

come in my arms
and let me renew

my salacious dreams
in the valley

of your shoulder
where the heart ripens

and the birds of love sing
the song of the lover’s unity.

Tomorrow,
I hope to wake up

with the dew
of your breath

all over my face
and read

the morning papers
in your eyes.

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