In the furnace of my heart, flames brightly shine,
Yearning for your voice divine, in every line.
Locked doors and chains, a soul's plea to free,
In silence, the answer lies, in rhythm and rhyme.
Speak, for time slips away, fleeting as breath,
In your words, my essence finds its sacred sign.
When this mortal frame fades, and shadows depart,
Guide me to your realm, in love's embrace divine.
MyKoul
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