Hills of life
By Yiset Naizir
Soft hills, kissed by golden light,
in shapes divine—
large, modest, tenderly small,
in every shade beneath the sun,
each one a sacred masterpiece of creation.
There, dreams find their rest,
and love takes gentle form.
Temples of tenderness,
warmth and wonder woven in flesh,
sacred gardens where life begins,
where joy blossoms and petals awaken.
Their nectar—a sweet gift of nature—
is milk of light, a primal essence,
a quiet miracle from the hands of God.
In their curves, the skin sings,
a silent melody of faithful instinct.
They offer shelter, pleasure, unspoken truth,
a wordless dance of fertile grace.
An erotic verse of creation’s breath,
that honors love in all its depth.
