Alas! the sun that acorches
breaks the yoke of an egg
listening to the rhythm of the rain
making today a Morn day for me to morn my day
Yeah, 90 days, and few seconds, counting graciously like a mile
Silence in the air since the graveyard decides to, despite the old man fixing his silencer with a great motive of working on a Monday
Lol! be it the case,
let me render some free lines in your absence
since I chose to cherish your absence than your presence
no one knows tomorrow but then today is a monday making tomorrow a tools day.
sweet you are like a honeymoon
Plucking every one will wish to do with you when caught
understatement will I say a Captivated merry you for making me realise the bitter truth at the courageous moment.
Well, I wish to say I miss you but then I missed you.
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