Every time, I hold back
This heart of mine,
It just leaves me
At its own free will
And runs after love
The way butterflies
Go towards flowers.
What to do
With such a heart?
pramila khadun
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A little rest and begin again Pramila….. great lines.
Thanks dear John for this great comment, I love it.
Lyrical.Lovely.