Restless Soma
Old World (public) => Poems => Topic started by: Jaharkta on August 08, 2008, 05:21:31 PM
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That Angel Talked Like A Sailor
What part of heaven did she come from?
That angel talked like a sailor
and she was dressed
enchantingly
scant.
I can't even repeat the things she said
or picture once more the shape of her breasts.
Though I know one thing:
My fear of dying has
vanished.
~Tukaram per Daniel Ladinsky~