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When You Read My Poems Bro'
This poem is the situation and his reaction when my loving brother(who did not know about my art of writing poetry) reads my every poems(Referred as BOOK in the poem)
A cool breeze touchst thro' window,
And thee stepp'd in with thy shadow,
know thee, my words're not shallow,
And the BOOK with me in my arm bellow.
You to the man I open this to tell;
My beating heart, as the pealing bell,
In breaking, tried I, from the shell,
to knowst, thy feel; deep in calm i fell.
sooner, thy face lit, with fresh spring;
and to my face, saw thee, my ...