fire
They say when I meet
My eternal true love
I would surely greet
In my heart, sparks all over.
But when I met you
I never felt them
Not even the tiniest
Spark at the event.
But instead of sparks
I felt fire berserk
Spreading from my soul
Over my flesh and bones.
Curling around my fingertips
Which held your hand
I am sure you felt the fire too
Pulling us closer with a golden strand.
— Manya
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eunoia | poetry
Poetry❝eunoia❞ • beautiful thinking ❝Sometimes all we need to do is shift gears Into beautiful thinking Shake ourselves free of fear And follow the happiness string❞ Highest rankings- FIRST in WATTYS India Poetry 2021. #29 in POETRY out of 270k stories. ...
