When head meets feather My mind can’t help but tether To the topic of if ever On a night of cold weather The thought of us makes your insides feel better A bit warmer A bit richer An old memory that makes your heart rate flicker Anything really to make mine less bitter
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This is a great read my friend
You've managed some nice end rhymes and internal rhymes, Harun. Write more!