Nira’s Tale of Love XIII
Arms those never perspired;
Charms that never inspired.
For Her, Youth was all about to be felt,
Needed experiences to be held.
Calm breeze chilled thy body of reverie;
She tried to seal thy nudity of memory.
A flying kite with out a string, searching the kiter.
Lying in the night, a lonely queen staring at the timer.
Again, to kill her passion she needed a liaison;
World appears vacuum, cheats her possessions.
Burn burn ashlessly to burn,
Turn turn shamelessly to burn.
Unkind time of cauvery;
Lost its lime of juvenary.
Her timer engulfed her like a lotus-eater;
Thanked memory prolong to janus suffer.
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