The malicious wilderness is still
Like a dead body in icebox
Enfolding the life and the lifeless
In shrilling cold of a torturous morning
...
Do not shoo off the harbinger of love
Approaching your imperial yard, with a
Coveted message gently pressed to its fluffy chest.
...
Where shall I hide my dear secrets?
If my contours itself betrayed me,
By leaving a visible trace of emotions
With shape, smell and colour in total,
...
Balmy talk outside
Odium loaded inside
A clever disguise
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"I had heard sometimes
The frivolous whispers
Of the wind, when it breathed
Carelessly in the quiet freedom
...
Like a fish escaping my grasp
Leaving a faint tickle of its scales
To linger on my gentle palm
A dream slipped through the
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The cold in my room
Craves your warmth
Night wishes to stay
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