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Gift Wrappers

I'm not the surprise
Neither the gift.
I'm just a thin layer
Wrapped around his skin.

I'm not what you asked for.
It is him all the time.
And you tear me off whenever
You call him "Mine."

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Beata Agustin

Date: 12/24/2024 11:59:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri

Date: 12/7/2017 12:03:00 AM

Super poem with subliminal tones n theme. Artsy muse. Thumbs up. So nice to read from your pen again. Pls do review my latest poem too.

Shirley Rebstock

Date: 8/13/2017 4:00:00 PM

A poem of mystery. Want to know more. Intriguing

Anand Parmale

Date: 6/12/2017 3:31:00 AM

Very interesting Hansi!!!