Come, let us go, you and I
as evening dusk falls
and soft trinket stars
blanket upon deserted streets.
Meandering night back alleys and
whispering voices careless
from lantern windows calling.
Restless night murmurs
through bodies enchanting
in a room where perfume
from a dress makes me so digress.
A tribute to T.S.Eliot
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