The time you think he went off
In real he has now vented on
Always like to write letters
But coz of world I teeter
My eyes wanna yanker you
Always want to hanker you
My dreams getting mounded
There you are always founded
They shine and melt
Don't want them to wilt
As closer you come
Heals my pain
Larger than dome
Denser than rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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