The Glorious Thing Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
The Glorious Thing
The glorious thing
Comes in my sleepy realm
For the first time,
It kisses me within
With true love and affection,
That's everything,
I sense the best meaning of my life,
Then the great bell rings,
I listen
And begin to swing to the fullest,
Soon I reach the all-important essence
With flying colours.
the last kiss I had was from the dog! ! 'Glorious' poem, top marks
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I haven't been kissed