like the soft scent that arises from her body. Paradise.
She dances the garba, soft smile
Her love for her goddess entrances her
Her silk saree, as silky as her arms
The bead of sweat on her lip
The slight wet patch in her underarm
She dances, dances for her Goddess
Her Devi
Paradise, no not the Coldplay one
My Paradise Isle. Sri Lanka.
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