Beloved Poetry
she with her word
of rare emotion,
introjects in me
a revolution
and for her I'll face any war!
she bleeds on paper
(battle field) for me....
Always at the forefront
runs my life... And I'll never be unfaithful to you
my beloved poetry... !
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