There were some days,
When I was your first hello,
When the breeze gushed afresh,
When it whispered of love.
And then came the day,
When you bid me adieu.
Then the breeze felt so stale,
Then it's touch cold and pale.
Now it is today,
When I can't sketch your face
In my brain.
And with a new stranger,
I am falling in love again.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...