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desire …
sprinkled scribbles,
sketched against skin,
softly soothing, dipped in inked nectar, infused with desires unleashed,
to live, to taste the salt of sweat on flesh, to walk in the torrential rain, drenched in perennial desire,
scorching, broiling, slowly inflamed, centuries, months, moments, decades,
the moth to the fire …
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I love the new version to old concept of moth and fire. Beautifully written!❤️
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humble thanks friend
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Always like a moth to a flame…. the desire never fades…
Brilliant!
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shukriya dost – love and salaams to all
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A wonderful poem.
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thank you as always my friend. warmest wishes
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Wow! 👍
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humble thanks my friend.
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