Manoj KrishnanSarojam

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Love Makes Me - Poem by Manoj KrishnanSarojam

your fingers tells all

the magic of love

a sparkle of pure joy

it makes me wild

run through the fields

jump the shrubs

shout at the hill top

echoe the cave temple

madness makes love

its all for you

its all from you

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2010

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