Bleed of a deed
To each other we never choose
It was the fate who fits the screws
Dawn of our amity I refused
But now to tight this knot I need an excuse
Time twisted the thoughts and views
Crystal of kindness in ocean of abhor diffuse
Yet seeking a fortuity for few clues
To conclude the clouds of confuse
Was I beating a dead horse!! broken in blues
Glass of puzzlement shattered all my amuse
These thorns sores more than an abuse
I regret to you whenever I accused
With a smile on my face now I lose
Those knots of laces not of my shoes.
-Prachi
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Feelstora
Poetry✿Feelstora means a piece of writing that heavily influences the author's emotional state at the time of writing✿ ☆Feelstora is a book of unforgotten feelings, unvoiced verses and unspoken words penned down to poetry☆ SO ARE YOU READY TO FEEL THE ST...
