The Magic Of The Breeze – 35 My Heart Used To Be.... Poem by Angelina Pandian

The Magic Of The Breeze – 35 My Heart Used To Be....



My heart used to be a stone
Your eyes chiseled it
Into a statue dancing
With the breeze
You sensitized it to pleasure
Now it also feels the pain!

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