Another Love Story.
Tis the way it is.
Fire? You or I!
Burn, scream, scorch, light, heat, and torch!
You do what you do.
Gently wind, touch me.
Kiss me all over just once.
Hug me. So much be!
Earth, earth, earth. Tell me.
Stepped on you, or stepped on I?
We know earth, we know.
Oh such waves water!
Why such push, and why such pull?
Okay, now I sea.
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Muhammad Bayazeed
Faith | Inspiration | Expression | Love
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