Kiss her thorns
Smell her roses
Mend her shattered
Broken parts
She will tell you
All her truths
Taste her lies
Have her cries,
Crawl with passion
Walk with obsession
Swim with motion
For her, sole,
She will carry you
On her wings
Show her shimmering
Sun and stars,
Cuddle her soul
Caress her heart
Carry her sharp
Soundless thoughts
She will give you
Wind of joy
Hug her waves
Listen her tales,
Stitch her cracks
Glue her sacks
Cover her soft
Goalless tracks
She will cage you
In her love
Bear her hate
Be her mate.
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Rather Zain
Rather Zain is a kashmiri writer, a student who is interested in writing novels, poetry and stories.
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