Taste Me


Sit on my pale palms
And look directly in my blind eyes
Ask me a question of last I see
Then the territory of your garden you shall make me after

If ever love be blind, I will love
While my poor hand moves around your face
And with harmattan pencil sketch smiles in my mind
To have a picture once my mouth be dumb

I can hear a foot-step, please say a word
Since my eyes can't see
Let my ears drop water
To the sound of your tone

Love could be a rainbow
When heartbreaks be lost
After a heavy downpour of gossips
Let my words forever tell my tales!

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