In dreams of nature's paramour
of cardamon and used candles.
Listening to the sounds
from the well of Artesian
and Aphrodite.
Echoing the clandestine tall trees
of the winds and leaves of lingerie.
Whispering geometry, π r2,
in dreams of nature's paramour.
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