At times
Its hard to pretend
At times
The sense seems so vigil
At times
The sight become so vague
At times
I felt a few drops
Not like rain
Rather like stampede inside
It beats
Like never before
It happens
Only once
When there's
A beloved in pain.-01.09.2015
Its hard to pretend
At times
The sense seems so vigil
At times
The sight become so vague
At times
I felt a few drops
Not like rain
Rather like stampede inside
It beats
Like never before
It happens
Only once
When there's
A beloved in pain.-01.09.2015
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