At times,
The yearning to hold your hand
Trumps all things I understand
And without logic I stand,
My heart bare,
to the lonesome night.
image and poetry copyright 2017 neha
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At times,
The yearning to hold your hand
Trumps all things I understand
And without logic I stand,
My heart bare,
to the lonesome night.
image and poetry copyright 2017 neha
