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Mind full of dreams,
Yet to be fulfilled.
Eyes opened wide
To see,
How the world abides,
By the nature's laws.
Heart full of love,
Waiting for the person to arrive,
To give the love of the life.
Body full of longing,
Craving for touch,
Desire, reigning every part.
And moulding them together
Was her soul,
That formed the melody,
And her life put the rhythm.
Pulling the heartstrings,
She formed the octaves.
Peeling off her molten skin,
She created a tone of reaper,
As her rotten heart,
Created the notes.
And the pain that remained
Created her song.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
