Stole my breath,
With a kiss,
Claimed the body,
In caresses,
Silenced my heart,
With a glance.
Visited my neighbors,
And my friends.
Left me signs,
Of impending visit.
Oblivious I was,
Until he knocked,
On my door,
To own my soul.
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Pouring Out
Poetry"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty." - Rainer Maria Milke Poetry is present everywhere in our day to day life. Everything around...
