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Nov 2016
If words be my lover

I would love it dearly

The curves, love the bends

Love the starts and the stops

Madness it is to call it love

But no other love affair been so insistent

None caught my imagination so high

Able to wake me in the mid of nights

To tell stories of the day

I lose the track of time

I lose myself to it

Strange strong affinity

To the letters, the meanings, the words

When all else go slumbering

It’s just you and I

The intimacy of writing

And the never ending possibilities

Of something new
khina maya ghimirey
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khina maya ghimirey  Bhutan
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