We haven't met for a long time
Accidentally in the road,
our hands were touched,
We exchanged some phrases:
What brought you, here?
- In equivocation smile;
Said: What brought 'you', here?
-'What do you suggest, '
'Let's take a walk.'
I said: your hands are guilty,
my heart is burning,
'His lips, never trembled';
He fondles my cheeks with a smile,
then handed me to death, and gone.
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