@Shamima 18 September 2020

The manifestation of love

How beautiful are the twinkling eyes, Finely petaled lips, Advanced nasal congestion. Love in the folds of the poem Verbal, The first of the sunny dawn Watch, The love of the pen is soaked in love. Where is the one I talk so much about, Where is the love fair, In a town, in a village hut, On the branch of a tree, on the base of a night. Today we are weaving the net of despair. How many people can talk in my ears, like the air in the proportion to see again. The expression of purposeless love in the pores of untidy words. Thank you for readin💕