Zisel`, 9 марта 2019 г., 21:35
The light passed through the broken pieces of mirror it reflected the images of my heart the cracks were like the veins on the leaves In every piece, I could count the number of hurts, pains and suffering gone through With the peer group enjoying, like the birds in the spring then time passes on I could sense the changing weather too Everything which felt enjoying had to be paid in the form of tears Nothing remains unchanged - friends, relations....But the tiny little creature which pumps inside remembers the memories and gets excited but soon it gets depressed thinking that it's just a memory not reality Memories are sweeter than reality they spread the fragrance of love. - Humiarah Khan
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