Hurt
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My heart became holly
With your heavenly music
If music be
The food of love
Give me excess of it
My heart became hollow
With your hellish arrow
If arrow be
The pain of bereft
Make me injured of it
But so helpless I am
Have nothing
To
compensate you…..
I am only a soul
Without mortal body.
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അഭിപ്രായങ്ങളൊന്നുമില്ല:
ഒരു അഭിപ്രായം പോസ്റ്റ് ചെയ്യൂ