In organic I wanted to make a compound of our hearts,
While I always wanted to Integrate our souls rather differentiate 'em
Velocity of the wind that blew you mop
Or the kinetic energy of your laugh
I've seen your face in a number of literature chapters,
Perhaps that's the reason I was thrown out,
Who cares;
I've imaged us in,
A number of situation at a number of places that are just illusions
I'm just like an empty bottle without you,
Unstable and a slightest of wind can blow me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The poem speaks about a person's love and longing for someone who is not around. I'm just like an empty bottle without you, Unstable and a slightest of wind can.