Oh now, a gentle awaking,
The senses returning;
The new spring within quivering,
In the running river restoring.
Sweet roses, sweet dreams,
Screening my skin, my aura;
Self indulging, cosseted, as it seems,
By an orgy of scents, festive floral;
Jasmine, feminine, yet now hide
A yerning for the eternal
Goddess inside
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