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Bleed your thoughts, seize it.
Grab your nib pen, jot it down.
Edit, read, flaunt it.
I can hear raindrops,
I can hear our heartbeats too.
I long for your love.
...You eyed over us
'til we took wing ourselves
still we get you though...
A fine rumbling noise
of Mr. Eros' big shot.
I'm dead ...dead for you.
Droplets on my skin
rain, mist from thunderhead clouds
pouring down with grace.
Marvels of Nature
It is a unique
art of speaking
the language
of the heart.
What is poetry?
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