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I love like the word who hides the letters,

Breathing a fire which never burns,

But cries !!


The letters never say those three words,

Magical they feel but devils they are ,

Like those leeches who hide in water .


My poetry will not speak of your eyes,

But would act foolishly to bring your smile,

And then the verses will die away with me.


I will try my best to hide a love,

Under the wings of poetry;

The phoenix will break down at your feet.

Throw her away, make her die again,

And she will write poetry for you in pain !!


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