Forbidden Attachment
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Adeeb Al-Fateh
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I'm there
wherever you are
In sleeping children
In blooming feathers
In flying petals
I smell your forbidden love
No dawn is addiction
No twilight too
No sunrise is elegant
No moonlight is true
But only you
Cinnamon sits beside drunkard vine
to make you in the frame of Mona Lisa,
This dark afternoon is full of solace
In this forbidden countryside,
I created your despotic constitution
Your barred love releases my addiction
©Adeeb Al-Fateh
April 09,2026
Bangladesh
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