Sunday, November 27, 2011


Man of taste bud took of proud
Scared of losing jewel on his box
Another page turns out without talking
After a few sentences he leave it open
Love is a bud that has a scent
That has untamed feeling inside its heart
Love at the first beat sprouts uncertain
Unless you have thorn, it is given
Never turn out after nourishing the eyes
Which always lean on the next days

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