Lady in white
Under the almond trees in the end of MayWhile the sun kissing the west with an orange faceA sweet scent came my wayAnd a footpath of love rose in front of my poetic-faceUnder the almond trees in the end of MayLady lama sat like a flower in a dazzling wayI touched her beauty with my eyes and sighsAnd I felt the thirst and the hot breath of her heart and sighsUnder the almond trees in the end of MayI played the flute for the lady in whiteAnd her hair danced with the wind in a charming wayAnd I played and piped tones of love toward her heartUnder the almond trees in the end of MayThere she sat my lady in whiteUnder the almond trees in the end of MayAnd there I felt her beats within my heart Written October 10th, 2001 © on Oct 09 2001 06:35 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Under the almond trees in the end of MayWhile the sun kissing the west with an orange faceA sweet scent came my wayAnd a footpath of love rose in front of my poetic-faceUnder the almond trees in the end of MayLady lama sat like a flower in a dazzling wayI touched her beauty with my eyes and sighsAnd I felt the thirst and the hot breath of her heart and sighsUnder the almond trees in the end of MayI played the flute for the lady in whiteAnd her hair danced with the wind in a charming wayAnd I played and piped tones of love toward her heartUnder the almond trees in the end of MayThere she sat my lady in whiteUnder the almond trees in the end of MayAnd there I felt her beats within my heart..."