Bringing star light and mingling with me
Her mystic soul, in rainy day or silent night.
Tiptoeing inside
She puts her flowers and buds
In my empty vase;
I know yet I know not.
A chilling thrill or eldritch warmth
Flows through my spines.
I feel the veiled game of love
Corporeal yet unearthly.
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Author:
Sumit Datta (
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- Category: Love
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