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In Darukavana.

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In Darukavana, mountain high,
I catch my breath pausing.
Like spirits awakening in me,
The wooded earth breathes. 

Fortuitously I ascend to plateau,
Where upon I sketch clouds sleeping.
As if on the crest of new dawn's eyes,
Of sensuality comprehending beauty. 

Like 'mallows of pillows, down of air,
Vision of tranquility scenically whispering.
Erotically soaring, my penis throbs.
Spilling of my dew.

In my spirituality, quietly I transcend. 
Creator of immortality prosing words,
As mountain springs cascade eternal life,
I take shivers of the silence about me. 

Winds anoint me, caressing new prose, 
As if a chorus of autumn pebbles.
Praising quotations of running water,
Sighing of the mountain's hue.

Scent of cedar and cones in hair,
Evermore my lovely fare. 
Eternal smiles you bare,
In the forest of poetic trees.

For love of the Gothic darkness, I scribe,
In nest of pine needles of my mentality. 
Romancing my emotional being,
Within one's soul, in Darukavana.

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