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A poem should be there
Touching your depth and soul
Where monsoon's fragrance lies
With the oldest definition of love
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Let's come and start a conversation
One day no words will be left to say
It‘ll lead to the silence
Which will give birth to love
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Wish was to touch you
Before you turn cold like ice
Wish was to sink my limitations
In your large sky
Where dreams would burn
Like stars and moon
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