With a pen in my hand
I have started to write
The story of my life
Which is yet to end
And I don't have a guide
And I don't have a friend
But I still have a life
Which is yet to end
When my sorrows grow high
When my pain descends
And a life half dead
Which is yet to end
The unseen creativity
And all unseen fears
But a painting unfinished
Which is yet to end
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Lost Lover
PoetryHighest rank #11 in poetry #11 in poetry on 27/01/2018 #14 in poetry on 26/01/2018 PS: If you get bored easily, then I recommend to read the collection from the newest posts... You just walk walk and walk sometimes to know what's your destiny. I kep...
