Time was running out,
She was with my soul but,
She was alone in the gathering dusk,
Her eyes filled with tears,
Her very fake smile and,
Her lying eyes,
Magnificent topic of deep poetry,
But, her instincts compelled her to leave.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
She was with my soul but,
She was alone in the gathering dusk,
Her eyes filled with tears,
Her very fake smile and,
Her lying eyes,
Magnificent topic of deep poetry,
But, her instincts compelled her to leave.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
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