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The transparent sky burns,

On tapes of clouds, gold, throws.

Crystal yellow leaf.

The sunset, dimming, fades away…

My beautiful, shy,

You bare my shoulder.

Light up pearl shine…

A smooth hand touched

The waves of the body…

And, startled, you are tense.

The waves through the fabric are translucent,

Sigh gently under the canvas.

And anxiously, in a fit of passionate,

Impatiently ripped off he…

So before me, in the twilight,

Wavy, slow river, sunset was running.

Through its yellow light streamed

Your image is golden.