you are like the gentle breeze
that Seduces the leaves
caressing my imperfections
soothing the agOnies
carrying me to the abodes of angels
I would like to stay there forever
your smiles are eNgraved in my memories
your memories are chiseled in my heart
for the heArt yearns to keep the wounds afresh
Strange it is to know
that fallen you are into the abyss of love
that wounded you are though
you fondly nurture the pain
hoping that the wounds would blossoM
let it blossom
let its magnificent fragrance pervade all the impediments.
let it blossom.
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