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Love
#WritcoPoemPrompt57
It's also nice to listen to the sound of the waves every spring,
Especially when our hearts are drenched with stings,
Strange as it can be when you cling,
Now I know why you flap your wings,
Because I was never a believer of flings,
When I've fallen in love the same song that moon knows and my heart sings,
Every particle of wind that touches my hair and caress my face
When "This is love" the heart says,
For love is not that runs away when it faces trouble but even in the storm, firm and strong it stays.
Days it be Or be them nights, feelings of love show love for little things
No on could understand the love, but it feels same for the common man and for the kings.
© Vinamra
It's also nice to listen to the sound of the waves every spring,
Especially when our hearts are drenched with stings,
Strange as it can be when you cling,
Now I know why you flap your wings,
Because I was never a believer of flings,
When I've fallen in love the same song that moon knows and my heart sings,
Every particle of wind that touches my hair and caress my face
When "This is love" the heart says,
For love is not that runs away when it faces trouble but even in the storm, firm and strong it stays.
Days it be Or be them nights, feelings of love show love for little things
No on could understand the love, but it feels same for the common man and for the kings.
© Vinamra
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