Like the last leaf struggling to hold on to the tree
Somewhere deep inside just wanting to be free
But there I fear, how will I survive
Losing the tree, where do I belong?
Not knowing that last gush of wind was
what I was waiting for, all along
Because it was not the tree that was mine
But the book that was going to hold me from now on
The book where the words were you
Preserving my essence for eternity in every line
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Unrestricted Love
PoetryWhen it comes to love, it cannot be restricted to a particular definition. It cannot be limited to just a select set of words. It is beyond any boundaries, any limits, even beyond just one lifetime. This book attempts to put the feeling of such love...
