doesn’t want any returns from us.
Surely he knows,
our sentiments for him
uploaded in a basket of flowers,
love is its name, at any time may become a garland.
(Red soul is just a reader. No, he is a selfless lover of poetry.
I believe after reading so many poems he will be a poet and I shall be proud to write a comment on his poem)
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