Lonely I live in my Cottage,
Seeing World living its age,
Will anybody come to me and sit,
Would anybody come to meet this pseudo hermit.
And on one lucky day my guest arrived,
On seeing my guest,my dying heart survived,
Happy to find somebody from that world came for me,
For some time,made my loneliness flee.
How many days a guest live?,
Two,Three or may be A Week, I believe,
Its time for my guest to go from where it came,
After 'Some days',my pseudo hermit becomes the same.
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A TOUCH OF MY EMOTIONS
PoesíaBeautiful, white and charming, Everyone looks a fairy with this thinking. But in my life there is a special vibe, I met a fairy of some different type. 'Mom' I call her, with a tune so nice, And always find my path with her advice. Always want to ta...
