He had jet black eyes,
But we always saw a wonderful,
Rainbow in those eyes.
Know why?
Because,
There in those tiny little eyes,
Are held many emotions.
He had tear drops from failure,
And light from being successful.
The legend that he is,
The world praises him for,
Also was once a nobody,
The world never cared for.
And the heart of the legend..
It only knows her,
Not the world.
- borntowinash
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Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)
