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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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I was walking on the school pavement
Whispering a blissful tune While thinking about the next exam. Then suddenly My world stopped As I have encountered This person The one I loved The girl of my dreams. I keep on pushing my self To search for my lone guts But my mind keeps on telling me It’s not yet the time. Many days and months had passed The syllables still hide Between my demure lips. I keep on looking at her With a hidden passion In return she’ll stare at me My blood arises Due to our pressure. There is something in her eyes That the wind keeps on telling me Her eyes as much as the sun So intense and hot Burning in sensation A natural force. Then the breeze, my sole friend Drove me towards the border Of my undefined fantasies Where everything is crimson And new. At last, all the words escaped my portal She now hears the strain I’m singing I am a man of my word To show and shout what I’m feeling. But my ears bleed ardently As I have heard those poison arrows Coming out from her For she’s telling me That I am not the person whom she loves…!!!
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