Every now and then;
I even compile verses;
about her eyes, lips, cheeks;
While I am in her arms too;
Neither the wind nor the sea,
either the blue sky nor the stars
Knows the pain of those waves;
suffering of the  heavy beatings;
Scribbling, on her *******, softly;
a line of love with, invisible hands.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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