The silence,you had gifted
Lies forgotten,in my scribbles...
The pastels,you had brought along
Consumed,off time...
The story,you wanted me to write
Inked,in my lone skies...
The scent,you had left behind
Washed off,everyday,a bit of it...
The city sleeps,to
A love lost lullaby.....
Lies forgotten,in my scribbles...
The pastels,you had brought along
Consumed,off time...
The story,you wanted me to write
Inked,in my lone skies...
The scent,you had left behind
Washed off,everyday,a bit of it...
The city sleeps,to
A love lost lullaby.....
..and a restless night it would be then.nice poem.
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