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Breathless
(11/26/1971 / New York)

Breathless

Poem By Eila Mahima Jaipaul

I saw my holy man
come in from his stone temple
I touched his soul
when he was meant to touch mine
among the red and white flames
I drank his passion
the wind cried
and tears fell to the earth
but when love called, I came.
I learned the deeper I go
the higher I fly.
You leave me breathless.

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this is a cool poem with mystical overtones, thanks.


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