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The Passion - A Poem by Naduni - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

The Passion – A Poem by Naduni

Now you don’t remember
The first day we met
But I do and will for the rest
Of my life
The passion that lay beneath
Your copper colored eyes
And your voice,
Was strong enough to touch.
I was engulfed, trapped
In the hell you opened for me
That looked like the Eden
Your feeling that looked like love
Your heat that felt like love
Turned to be filth
Yes, filth, in a moment
A sinner you made me
Yes, a sinner!
We have ruined the god, the world
The mankind
You opened the third eye
And started the damnation
I was the torch you used to set fire
So when you started
It’s me who burnt first…

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