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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560323" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Just listening to my beats</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably gauge the profound sadness<br>enshrouding my countenance; by just ethereally<br>glimpsing at my shielding eyelashes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably prognosticate the hunger in my<br>stomach; by just sighting me restlessly gnawing at my<br>bohemian nails, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably sense the maniacal desperation in my<br>trembling visage; by just the infinitesimally changed<br>tone; in the nimble cadence of my voice, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably comprehend the wave of bizarre<br>mortification enveloping my soul; by just the<br>capricious tinge of poignant scarlet; on my<br>impoverished cheeks, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably narrate the experiences of my day; <br>by just feeling the transiently cringed lines; on my<br>diminutively frazzled forehead, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably guess the thunderbolts of tumultuous<br>anger encapsulating my blood; by just witnessing that<br>inconspicuous iota of frantic vacillation in my<br>dwindling stride, <br>She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably feel the insatiably nostalgic child<br>in me; by just gently caressing my innocuously<br>vivacious lips, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably soliloquize the first day of my<br>birth; by just kissing my rampantly fluttering and<br>daintily gorgeous eyelashes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably understand the diabolically<br>obsessive agony in my life; by just sighting the<br>augmented redness in the interiors of my palm; and<br>withering body skin, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t give me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably analyze the state of intriguingly<br>inexplicable mind; by just staring for mock seconds; <br>at the ludicrously staggering curvature of my spine, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably construe the vibrant philosopher<br>entrenching my senses from all sides; by just inhaling<br>the scent that drifted; from my profusely wandering<br>countenance, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably conceive the insurmountable<br>reservoir of fantasy circulating in my blood; by just<br>kneading my pulse a minuscule trifle, <br>She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably perceive the tumultuous electricity<br>in my compassionate visage; by just the poignant<br>magnetism that radiated on every step that I gently<br>tread, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably apprehend the unfathomable carpet of<br>dreams in my eyes; by just witnessing the<br>resplendently shimmering twinkle that lay; therein, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably assimilate the unrelenting euphoria<br>in each element of my persona; by just tracing the<br>tiny globules of sweat; that ran down my chest, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably discern the ardent believer in my<br>body; by just witnessing the resiliently unflinching<br>contours of my chin, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably grasp the artist fulminating<br>inexorably in my ecstatic veins; by just feeling the<br>astronomical propensity in my fireballs of passionate<br>breath, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably realize my uncontrollably escalating<br>desire; by just cuddling the fantastically zealous<br>moistness; which engulfed every trajectory of my<br>flesh, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could<br>still irrefutably define my immortal love for her<br>divinely grace; by just listening to the marvelously<br>impregnable beats of my small; but perpetually craving<br>heart…..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nikhil+Parekh">Nikhil Parekh</a><div class=q>
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