The inspirations have mingled,
my weaknesses,has been thy strength.
My sensitivity pours me sweet wine,
without holding on,i see it running wild.
With my shadow,putting a veil between us,
i roam in the lanes of anguish,
as a strayed wanderer in languish.
Seeing my beloved's wine white,
i live for another fight.
-masrur
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