Laxmi ... Biography

I think only of my beloved
I dream only of my beloved
I live only for my beloved
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My lips are still burning
from the fire of the kiss
you planted on me
a year ago.
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When I close my eyes
I see you.
When I open my eyes
I see you.
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Rain on me, my love,
your love:
the garden of my soul
is parched dry from the drought
...

My eyes do not see
My ears do not hear
My senses do not sense
Anything anymore;
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