- - Thy touch - -
Like butyric flow of late monsoon shower
let me drench and soak my cells with notes unnumbered kind.
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My mind is lost in this creepy lonesomeness and shelterless Anchorage. O my mind lulled with weired pain, amazing are your thoughts and the execution of the poem dear Prabir
Very amazing poem is shared on love topic. Interesting one.10
Refined skill. Beautiful poem. Thanks. anjandev roy