Buried in the tears cried only in the heart
I have felt the overlaps of constraints:
Of failed relationships you hold on to;
Not allowing even the voices to touch
Your stature of freshness born of that morning sun
Which comes over your terrace
To reflect your being.
I have felt the overlaps of constraints:
Of failed relationships you hold on to;
Not allowing even the voices to touch
Your stature of freshness born of that morning sun
Which comes over your terrace
To reflect your being.
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