I won't go-
I send the message by air.
I won't wish to sow-
storm will wipe away to make all clear.
She won't call me-
dust will hardly contain any mark.
She learns to observe, why will she see?
For a while it was a jerk!
FAR BY THE FAR COMES NEAR THE DEAR WHISPERS THE AIR THE LOVE IS HERE
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A well crafted poem that conveys the message of love...10+++