shanmugampoem2003
Saturday, 14 June 2014
Love is delicate; even a bead of tear is a burden.
Love is sensitive; even silence is a deadly weapon.
Love is penetrative; even stone turns butter.
Love is suspicious; even an innocent smile wrecks.
30.10.2003
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