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room with essence love
i enter the darkest black room,
missed the brightest light on books,
i heard sound of rain drops from out,
in cozy home of hubby holding tight,
the hand of him and the curtains tight.
he wiped tears when afraid of thunder,
till i became quiet with happy face,
little by little we met the pain of love,
and weirdness in privacy of black room, it is imaginative love in my dreams.
© Anjali guliyaan
missed the brightest light on books,
i heard sound of rain drops from out,
in cozy home of hubby holding tight,
the hand of him and the curtains tight.
he wiped tears when afraid of thunder,
till i became quiet with happy face,
little by little we met the pain of love,
and weirdness in privacy of black room, it is imaginative love in my dreams.
© Anjali guliyaan
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