...ode from an old memoir...
like the waves breaking at the shoremy breaths and beats are breaking me to sore
like the window panels after rains
my eyes are mourning your absence it pains
like my wait for the end of this tough track
my soul is craving for you to come back
like a hunt inside the tresuure chest
my memoirs are searching our times best
like the violets on the mountain box
my will for you can break the rocks
like the vibgyor in the skies arm
you in life makes the same charm.
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