Those evenings of velvet
beneath diamonded stars,
Those voices of crooners,
echoing from faraway bars,
Remember those nights,
of soft perfumed blue moons?
Those kisses of tamarind,
we shared on hot afternoons,
The place, where hued
peacocks gave us rosy rainbows,
Scents of lavender
breezes, wafting over tangerine groves,
Where waterfalls danced
upon skin, hot buttered & brown,
The place where straw
hatted folk sat in the shady old town,
Upon dusty old benches,
beneath the sun´s sweating smile,
That tamarind place
of youth, where we once tarried awhile.
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