ORBIT

ORBIT

The garden face plundered my belongings,
Its intoxicated eyes increased my intoxication.

The garden face plundered my belongings,

Its intoxicated eyes increased my intoxication.

By its amourous glance set fire into my soul,

It squandered my obstinacy and my objectness.

She scattered her twisting tress,

Bent my back and my tricks.

The time when she ran towards me with the goblet of wine,

Uprooted my being and my jubilation.

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