The parched lips and wrinkle eyes, filled with the warmth of love and lust, The parched lips and wrinkle eyes, filled with the warmth of love and lust,

Spending my leisure Time with you, And your expectations Will must take hue. Spending my leisure Time with you, And your expectations Will must take hue.

A question bothered me to my surprise Aren't we all in a way butterfly? The journey begins whe... A question bothered me to my surprise Aren't we all in a way butterfly? Th...

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The poem talks about making a wish about welcoming a new member. The poem talks about making a wish about welcoming a new member.

No winters and summers would do their magic on you, For the spring had already taken its brightest h... No winters and summers would do their magic on you, For the spring had already t...