How Was It Like To Read A Good Book! Poem by Mary Binu
How Was It Like To Read A Good Book!
We held hands together, you and me
Gliding through a words of Sea
Slipping and soaring,
Lying beneath the metaphors of life.
A rhythmic cry of pain and bliss;
Entangled hearts, eternal pulsating love
A surreal moment signifies rejuvenation
Gentle transformation churning my soul
Living in a dream, gliding like a stream
Do we part? Nah good fellah
In me is you!
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