A mail comes with love, my heart will deliver it.
A mail comes with desire, my eyes will deliver it.
A mail comes from thought, my breath will deliver it.
A mail emerges from my dream, who will deliver it?
A poem oozed from my love to reach your heart.
A poem arises from my feelings to reach your body.
A poem withered from my thought to reach your mind.
A poem appeared in my dream to burn my soul
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