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Jun 2015
Your impassioned ****** blabber, a primordial prompt,
the seed, swelled,seethed feverishly for a while, sprouted
then surged in to a sea of love with all the intensity mustered
we drowned in that flood; there was only the sea of bliss.
I know not another moment, I could fly without wings
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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