Love is like the amorphous memory,
Nagging an amnesiac's mind.
Evading him
The more he tries to grasp it,
And hits back forcefully, when
He gives up the rewind.
~*~
Hi peeps!
Hope you all well. Just a short one today. What do you think of it? Let me know in the comments below. And vote if you liked it! :)
Bye,
Anna
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