Melted lotuses
Moments that leave trails
They run from my palms
And I let them flow
Melted lotuses
Heaven sent
Meet those hands that caress
Ask no questions, no reasons
Need no alibi
Hands that spell magic
Hands that calm and soothe
Melted lotuses
Crescendos that yearn
Lips that don’t meet yet kiss
Who made you so beautiful?
Who taught you to melt lotuses?
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