When the pangs of separation
Had taken the heart in desperation
The thought of the finality of being
The first hospitality in the dark
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Like swans in the dance of love Rhythm of the tapping sound was like Angels were speaking in my ears I was standing in the midst of the crossroad They thought I had gone to the unconscious They thought I was dreaming heaven Great flow and lovely picturesque done! ! ! Thanks 10
A fluent and rythmic write, nice imagery, enjoyed it!