| The kiss of a mad woman |
The twilight was fading the west was getting brown When my eyes caught this woman hanging memories on the walls of her childhood..- she was an orphan. Her body was glistening with the moon light.. The hands across her bosom Covering the ragged blouse reminding me of a begger of my town ... What was she doing there, Alone, with her lips ajar.. And mind playing havoc... ? She was laughing and crying As if she just lost her happiness. She was standing right in front her hand touching my fingers. I don't remember how her kiss was planted.. The warmth propagated all over.. Overflowed from my body it reached to ecstacy. She smiled and walked away. Last time I heard her yelling at heaven - ``A little madness wouldn't change the world.. But a little love would - my dear....'' What a dream !!
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