The woman sewn in the clouds,The vivacious beautydesigned by twigsCharming young womansketched by backwater ripplesThe village beauty painted inoil by twilightThe beloved woven inarteries by windThe woman in love stitchedby some night greenin jungle shades The serpentine vamppainted in raw oil coloursof the sunset bythe dusk I could not touch any of themThere were vivid …
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