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My love is transformed-
Into something I desired:
Distance;
To justify the existence,
Of the words-
I never uttered;
To understand the smiles-
That never bloomed on your lips;
To justify my tears;
And with the flowers of mortal agony to-
Dress my bleeding heart.
[Picture Courtsy: Dustjacket Attic.]
3 comments:
I find this poem intriguing...
good job, Me Ho.
very weellll sir ji
Thank you Tia Terri, and Rohiniji. Both of you are very sweet. "Lots of Love." Let that be our slogan.
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