Poetry
Standing far form my sight.
You seemed to be a burning soul.
Dark and free from the treacherous world.
As you came closer,
your affection melted me, from the core of my breath.
Swirling me into a composer of,
untidy poetry.
- Rohit Nikam
You seemed to be a burning soul.
Dark and free from the treacherous world.
As you came closer,
your affection melted me, from the core of my breath.
Swirling me into a composer of,
untidy poetry.
- Rohit Nikam
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