LOVE
Finally
It becomes the foggy
Clouds
Of the eyes.
Later,
The fire on the
Net work of nerves
Gradually it metamorphoses
Into an unsung song
Of an unfading flower.
Poetry by P. Vijay Kumar
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Written on 2006-11-18 at 12:08
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