Love For Poetry
It had no hands,but touched,
Hadn't lips,but kissed my things,
It was that what I had searched,
Realised later,I have found my forgotten wings.
Fever or fear..I couldn't understand,
But the feeling of it's arrival was outstand.
Formed my first line,tried to touch souls,
But some of them were burning coals.
Sponser: Dear Heart
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