Poem 1 : Lost In Book

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A tranquil creature holding back my dream
Was waiting for me with a silent scream;

I made my way to its place
Like an equine in a race;

The book itself asked me, "What is feeling "?
I replied, "Getting lost in you is a feeling ".
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The end of my first poem.

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