(I)
Silently crying in a nook
Pretending to smile through a book
Hiding the tears that rumphantly falling
Unleashing this fears that always fleeting
(II)
Can anybody, hold my hand
To step my feet to a rocky sand
Can somebody, i can lean on
Leaving the tears and should move on..
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My Creation-[On GOING] (Unedited)
ПоэзияMy creation is all about EVERTHING..This is a spoken poetry,short story etc.. #752- Spoken