O love don’t be so proud
Come down from the cloud
Waiting you with open arms
Missing your warm palms
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feeling of loneliness is the breeding opertunity for a poet. rather you try to cultivate love within yourself behind the fathomless pits of dailyness. poetry is with you. you rather personify her to love and to be loved as a muse. clouds are of far reach. hang those images. apoet bangla
If warm palms could touch a loner's heart? Akram, Really sad but it's very hard to fulfill a love?
the tone is quite sad but may you find happiness....