She Waits At A Stopover Of My Unfinished Journey - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
It's very hard to understand her dialects of the talking eyes
And the hidden dumb heart.
That really brings me confusion.
What she requests either love, sex and life or something else?
Oh! I was chained and I cannot move even an inch from this barricade.
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