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A hearty ramble of impact of poetry.

A lover's dilemma.

How your breaths charm my heart.

Would the wonders of little joys be ever same for me again? I guess not.

A meek rhyme.

How often do I charm with cool vocabulary? Never? Oh, okay !

Sometimes it lays bare, sometimes it sweeps dreams between the lines.

Some days rain makes way between those seasons we got too accustomed with, be it their heat or cold, catching us off guard.

Torn and pulled apart often.

And he was the only one who looked at her, past her silk-like skin, into the rough patches of her soul.