Do you feel the heart?
Beat by beat weakening, Waiting...
To be touched by his wandering heart.
The wait would be long,
An everlasting one.
Dwelling in the fickle lust street ,
Love walks away, bowed down.
Wistful wishes disappear,
Bursting the air castles, and
Hope dies the silent death.
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Scribbles of a jaded Mind
شِعرA random collection of poems, the ones that were never planned but happened.
