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Sunday 27 February 2011

mysterious sense

MYSTERIOUS SENSE..
How can thee touch
The core of thy’s heart?
None can ever embrace
Delectable burning ash.

Did thee ever heard
The desperate howling of desolate nights?
Thy did and consoled with a bleeding smile.

Still,
The sun shines in thy’s eyes
Thy wait for the moon
To descend as a new bride.
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By:
Mercy Hazarika Gogoi

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