She is my Atlas she is my Globe
Peace comes to me when these I explore
How to get another sight, I always brood
My soul gets restless, without this food
My heart plays music, earlier was it made of clay?
I hide in her ways, like a lion waiting for prey
Her timings, I keep updating with all my senses
Often I miss her sight, as They miss their menses
I want to enjoy these Free of Cost delights for years
Until I overcome Expressing, Rejecting, Mourning fears.
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