Wind whispers melodies -
in the clustered ears of wind-chime
to create gentle jingling lullabies.
Stars dangle like shiny lanterns
from the ceiling of midnight sky,
while majestic moon paints
a collage of silvery images
on the canvass of mosaic earth.

Coaxing cries
of proud passionate peacocks
mating with peahens in heat and
eerie screeches of cicadas
outside the draped window panes
shatter the night’s silence.
Fireflies buzzing like sparklers,
hover around the dense green shrubs 
of sweet jasmine flowers,
bloomed in abundance.

We recline -
on dream-embroidered sheets,
eyes shut in glue-like slumber
bare bodies still warm like ashes of ember
soaked in the scents of our own sweat
locked in an amorous embrace.
Let us die, perhaps tonight
in the arms of this exotic night -
to be reborn as first rays of
the morning sun!

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