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You are my sun
I am the dark spot on the moon, you are my sun
I am the store room in the house, you are the mantion
I am dead flower of a plant, you are the butterfly that still looks honey into it.
I am the wounded plant of the garden, you are the admirer of it.
In the scorch heat, you are the big tree for me.
In my sleepless nights, you are the home for me.
I am the lost soul, you are the happiness for me.
I am the insomnia, you are my sleep.
I am the dark killing anxiety, and you are my therapy.
I am the outcast wanderer, and you are my sweet home.
© Nafisa Islam Tisha
I am the store room in the house, you are the mantion
I am dead flower of a plant, you are the butterfly that still looks honey into it.
I am the wounded plant of the garden, you are the admirer of it.
In the scorch heat, you are the big tree for me.
In my sleepless nights, you are the home for me.
I am the lost soul, you are the happiness for me.
I am the insomnia, you are my sleep.
I am the dark killing anxiety, and you are my therapy.
I am the outcast wanderer, and you are my sweet home.
© Nafisa Islam Tisha
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