The heart it yearns,
The soul it cleanses,
Love it burns,
The senses.
Find it here,
Flaunt it there,
We are we're,
A kind of pair.
Hitched like a lock,
A coo coo clock,
And beating, like the seasons,
Of morning times reasons.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
There seems to be unity in this poem of chained togetherness. Nice
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