I was almost lost , nothing was in the fate.
none stood by me , not even my mate..
The drizzling skies , the dry eyes
hopes washed out , seed was dead
before it could sprout .....
The night was cold, so was her blood.
even the tears were over, with a massive flood.....
Hard work didn't pay a penny,
only to inspire her was her parents , friends and granny
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One from my old collection.
I hope you'll like it
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The Flickered Flames
PoetryThe flames of my mind, The words of my soul , Read and share, And yeah don't forget to vote.... Please omit the typing mistakes ©are reserved
