Once sat on the same bench
For bond as deep as Mariana Trench
Sharing the same lunch
Tasted as a best crunch
Passed the secret signs
In the hush hush tone
Sharing the not-to-tell secrets
Truth was evident
But after passing of ages
They arrived at different stages
Even the green dot beside the name
Doesn't excite to talk as same
They don't hit the "send"
And that's how it ends
Now the waves doesn't touch the coast
Stays far off the heart-coast
And thus the Role changed
From the friendship lane
Entered the stranger's lane
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Heart of a poetess
Поэзия"words speak more, expresses the feelings you don't show" sometimes you can't tell others what you feel but your heart knows exactly what it is feeling so you just pick up a pen and start writing and the heart starts speaking for itself. This is a s...
