They were miles apart,
But their hearts united,
The world of a few,
Became the world of two.
Their love knew no bounds,
Her love healed his wounds,
Love passed from the heaven,
To their souls, with a raven.
For one look of her, he craved,
With one adieu of her, his soul died,
Is it the game of emotions?
Or Is it the gamble made by heart?
The dreams his eyes carry,
Shattered in a split second,
The heart which seemed whole,
Is now filled with holes.
Inside him, love existed in infinity,
He gave it all to her,
When she left, nothing in him remained,
Is that why he can never love again?
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Poetry❝ I closed my eyes. Silence. I hear nothing. Somewhere from the deeper layers of my soul, a fainted voice emerged and slowly, it grew into an uncontrollable freshet. I ripped my heart open, bursting the dam of the untamed emotions, to let rhapsody o...
