Again a dull, lifeless day is watching me through the window..
Hiding though...
It's been happening daily..
So it does not matter..
Whether I win or lose
The pain's taste has never been changed...
Little bitter and sour..
After cooking, dusting and washing
I sit and think ...
Then try to see and search everywhere
But...
where is the heart..?
Don't know!!!
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Maya's Madness
PoesíaYea, I am a romantic soul but to me, romance is not associated with any person, rather it's a feeling which surges into me after watching at the stars, moon, sun and the butterflies... My poetry is my way to express my emotions... Whether I feel sa...
