The Burning Fire
Flames
When touched,
Flames,
Body stretched,
And embraced,
The burning Fire,
And cooled down,
When few drop,
Lost their existence,
And Mind,
Enjoyed a long sleep,
When opening Eyes,
Matched their glance,
Again,
Lips were smiling on them.
Where a fresh morning,
The curtains were removed,
The Light was glimmering,
And
The Cold things felt warmth.
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