I have become so weak now,
that the only strength I stand with,
is the strength of my attachment.
The attachment of my improbable love.
I now know, how I could not return,
from the depth of immense rain,
of love so deep.
So hard to deceive.
My heart still awakens,
in the light of hope,
of dreams so true,
memories revoke.
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Write comment. Nice poem, Partha. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
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