It started as a drop
That made an ocean of love
Then a word that made a story
There times that came
That I thought i missed you
Not because of the arguments
But what we hold
In your absence I feel torture
With your presence am delighted
You became more important
Than the beginning
As I go through this novel
Its hard to conclude
But say
I miss you.
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Author:
sinath (
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- Published: December 2nd, 2022 05:22
- Category: Unclassified
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