On Nepalese peaks, in dreams we meet,
That wooden cabin we always seek,
With mountains guarding from three sides,
In whispered fantasies, our spirits collide.
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Daily, we meet in this sacred abode,
Where truth and wisdom artfully rode,
Imagined moments, a surreal chore,
A secret love, a bond to explore.
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He graces my thoughts, a vision untold,
A presence profound, a treasure to hold,
In the cabin's embrace, our spirits ignite,
A dance of ecstasy, a pure, radiant light.
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His gaze, a portal to dimensions unseen,
Eyes pierce the veil, where worlds convene,
In his touch, an alchemy of soul and fire,
A love ignited, flames of truth aspire.
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Each day a pilgrimage to this hidden place,
A union of souls in boundless grace,
In yogic escapades, we endlessly yearn,
For the love that kindles, for wisdom we earn.
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Forever I yearn for these meetings untold,
Where mysteries unfold and hearts are bold,
The cabin that gazes upon boundless sea,
A yogic escapade where love sets me free.
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Nash Georges
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