Community Poems – Please share your poems › Circles
Takes an empty soul
At the brink of a poem
To fill with some nectar and few inches of life
A very poor soul
Buys not that what is sacred .
There were some drops that hands that work had collected and shared
From fields very distant
When none knew how
He gave her bangles of them!
don’t hear the bangles when they make their poems together
Circles of love..
He, her, poems, bangles, nectar, life….. …. .
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