I have never reminisced
On the the times you owned
But my memory just
Rewinds it again and again
I never waited for
Your bittersweet reply
But the candle melted
Faster than the eclipse
I always understood
The things you said
But I couldn't comprehend
Mails you wrote with no ink
I never had venerated
Your lackadaisical gaze
But I'd never cut you off
Like a grass with a sickle
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A Poet's Sojourn: His Compendium
PoetryTales of a poet that was saved by another poet: A collection of the poetry I wrote. I was trapped inside an endless void. I'm on the verge of going crazy- who said I wasn't?
