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No one was around, as all slaved by sleep
But she was sleeples, steeped in her thoughts
No movements outside, not even a mumuring insect
But for her sighing heart beats
Hours dragging to grab the coming day
But her eyes dare not to close
Sleeples night so dry without any dreams
But still clinging to yesterday’s magic
Conscience is always constant in confining
But the ecstacy was very much enticing
She rolled in discomfort, in total dismay
But nodded in consent, to their love's token
Mysterious is His ways to mesmerise we mortals
But how long to be mortified and mollified
Neither he nor she could deny the soul's similitude
But still her conscience pricks
Before the sun rays peep in she was under the shower
But not yet sure was it all a sin?
Rarely we are answered for all our frawns
But should we miss a chance to be in bliss?
Yesterday was her last day with her lover
But today is her first day with her groom
Right or wrong? a turbulent war inside
But right or wrong the moments were jubilant.
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