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Poetry: Desire

by Supriya Zen

Someone somewhere is made for me,
the thought of him makes my heart flee,
I can feel his soothing warmth and love,
even though if he is not with me.

I yearn and long for his gentle touch,
Where are you? don't tease me much,
I beseech you to embrace me ones,
two bodies but one soul trapped in a hutch.

I know soon the day will come,
When my dream will turn to blossom.
Whole universe will bless us showering flowers,
that day will be truly and significantly ours.

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