Secrets
You came one raining night
You stepped out of the machine of flight
Talks by the candle light
Whispers of things so nice
Feelings of lust inticed
Those meetings in Taunggyi, the city of snowflakes and ice
The secrets that we kept from them
Though secrets kept, love sufficed
My Aldebaranian soldier of celestial fights
Your hair is like the color of ebony night
Your skin is like the color of the yellow sun light.
Juliet Tun
2008
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