To Aduke for Val

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I'm on one noisy trip, to odyssey
Where fine silks and silken crowns
Are tendered on the braided hair
Of a hillside girl
Where love is placed on a thirsty tongue
And eaten with wild fruits
Where I can sail away with time
Without rhythm or enchantment
But if I'm long gone
Plough the land, a shelter for my grave
Over the contours of my love lines
Then, I'll gird my bare heart
In the hollow of my eternal bed
To celebrate deathdays and not val.
George O. Victor
— To the lovers.

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