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There are moonless nights, days without burning sun,
Rains that fall without forerunner clouds,
Skies stripped of glittering stars,
Moons that peep timidly, shining.
Sunbeams that are barely perceptible,
Women who make themselves up with care,
Seeking to enhance their ephemeral beauty,
But others with smiles that captivate.
Some bodies undress with impudence,
Lascivious sensuality pretending,
While others, gazes igniting,
Seduce with their voice, expensive spell.
Burning flame that tears the soul,
Igniting passion like a spark.
