Harun Zompoglu

In The Deepest

No never stare at me as cold as the eyes of death!
Don`t put out the passion pining away on my breath
Sheltered as a drifting refugee in my heart artlessly;
I never allow you to take it out from there cruelly.

This is the scream of my affection lasting for years;
Do you hear? Vigour is screaming out into your ears,
While seeking out compassion in you like a scamp,
My passion is breaking off the bars due to my vamp.

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