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A poem should be there 

Touching your depth and soul 

Where monsoon's fragrance lies 

With the oldest definition of love  

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Let's come and start a conversation 

One day no words will be left to say 

It'll lead to the silence 

Which will give birth to love

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Wish was to touch you

Before you turn cold like ice

Wish was to sink my limitations

In your large sky

Where dreams would burn

Like stars and moon

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