I keep my words
sent in the air,
You open the window and read
Very carefully secretly.
I break poetry and write songs
keep you in tune
You are my fascination
Seeing whom the pain goes away.
This feeling is invisible
I don't know how long
I know you are a whimsical wind
But you are my love.
☀️🍃
About the Creator
Md. Shakil Khan
Don't Trust People,
Who Tell You Other People's " SECRET"
TRUST ME.
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