Our Embrace

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All poems copyright: ravivchhabra.com
Managing Editor: fnbworld.com 


Our Embrace


She whispers when I shout;
her seeming tranquility is an answer to my madness.

We often meet in the night woods and every time,
the darkness becomes our embrace.

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