Tickling eyes with shivering cries,
My words occupying on a paper, with great sigh,
My sentence may dry,after i fly
still it will speak, how i verified,
Keeping you in me is becoming a lie,
I can’t hold you further with wry,
Good goes besides us,
Thank you,for showing my flaws,
Giving up what i learnt,
so i am leaving you from my mental gum,
My words are all yours,
As you gave permission to explore,
words are half here,
As you know, the other half is present there.
-Ray
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