She being an uncertain insane
How beautiful everything seems, even all happen contrary
Don't get the idea whether it's a dream, reality or a story
Neither she feel regret nor any worry,
It's a kind of feeling which has made her heart awry.
Continuously only for that face her eyes seeks.
All the time you can see her those blushing cheeks
Fot her, one day without him passes like a week
She wa...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 2:36 pm
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