[Inside the heart, love carps it lacks space.]

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Inside the heart, love carps it lacks space.

Inside a pearl, the raging sea is free.

Answering letters cramps your style.

Once every day, I have to write my story.

Autumn arrives on henna-tinted feet.

Night agony succeeds a splash of glory.

I could not scale the peaks of light.

The old pointers never worked for me.

Skipping the play, I let her collar me.

I played it safe: this love is haggle-free.

In the sun’s glare, I often think of her.

On sunny days, she has no time for pity.