fodder of
molten hearts
crimson red
flowers I say
dog flowers
may be
you like
at your
doorsteps
of my sighs
sorrows
wishes
some may not get
its beautiful names
may be
you forgot
a glimpse
they ask
desires have horses
fingers of mine
heart opines
wobble their part
flowers I say
some may not get
its beautiful names
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