Crying out in silence;
Her dual mind turns to
Dark eyes; tear never
Drops down,
But it opens the doors
Towards the sky;
Flames sometimes
Scared to burn away

Pricking in violence;
Her ******* melt like
dawn mist; milk never
tilts down;
It closes the windows
Towards the child;
Love sometimes
nervous to pour away


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By
Williamsji Maveli

Email
williamsji@yahoo.com

www.williamsgeorge.com