Lovely Theme
My voice is like a sword and
my bare eyes are the glimps
I spoke little becoz
it never flourish a glory..
I spoke words that
learnt from a child ,
which produce
bit by bit a bitter and
even sometimes a
better taste of love !
Ramesh...
Copyright © Street Poet | Year Posted 2016
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