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Walking on the Hot Embers


Early in the morning, waiting for thee

Nearly the rising dawn, making me

 

Curious to see in your eyes,

Which are precious and out of lies

 

Willing to lean my head on your shoulder

For me that is my best holder

 

Wish to close my eyes and purse my lips

To feel the solace that your shoulder keeps

 

Want to embrace you in my arms

Where I could feel my charms

 

To let you feel the beats of my heart

Which are flapping inside me in your thirst

 

The distance of only inches exists between me and you

Instead I cannot come closer to you

 

A simple smile of thee far from me

Can indulge me

 

A single glimpse of thee

Can give rise to emotions inside me

 

Just want to know from thee

If your heart also beats for me

 

Want to see in the eyes of thine

If they are the reflection of mine

 

One day we will meet the last day

I will go mine and you will go yours

 

So, let’s come and forget the world

Only you and me, no one third

 

Let’s go to the world around

Where no one knows us about

 

Let’s go where

We could soar there

 

Away from the world’s gloomy circumstances

Where we can spread our bloomy fragrances

 

Now just come, O my mate!

Blend our souls and be my soulmate

 

 

 

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