Frnship...in Distances..

Frnship...in Distances..

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This autumn and spring, Those winters,OH! the rains., Never made me..so much desperate., As I am now.,without uh frns... This unpleasant loneliness, Just seems to be so wide., Which path to take, What's right.? No one's here,with me., My steps ,who could guide..... When I walk in these crowdy streets., Even my footsteps roar., And someone,somewhere., Keeps knocking the silent hearty door...., The moments passed away, But the memories are still hidden, Safe in the heart., From any vision...... The distances may be so vast, That our 'talks' may not flourish., But frns! I promise., This frndship,will never perish..... We'll not quit till the last breath., And have all sweet & bitter shares.., And that last breath, May be the next one., But damn it..! Who cares....!?!! ""PRANYA.....""
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