Once a little heart went out for stroll. Down the streets where cold breeze flows. Rise of insanity was its precious goal.
Wild storm wearing black robe. Who's name was known by half globe. Capture's the heart with strong rope.
Fragile heart risk's its life. Was trapped in nasty winds. To gain its company it strive.
A weak heart feared When storm changed to cyclone. It blew the heart high up and heart disappeared.
Pieces of heart stills breaths. Each of them stills bleeds. 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 Hey friends hope you like pls vote and comment.I know have'nt post any poem since many days as i was out of india....:))
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