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You were lost from my arms,

Oh, dear one I was scared to find you from those walls.

Where did you come from?

In the night sky flying from above,

Wearing an unstitched suit and a tie ready to fall,

Should I fall for you too?


Or should I wait for your mother’s permission?

Cause I see the darkness crying,

Craving for you to come!

In my eyes, there is a hazel brown word,

This colour is so rare and untouched!

But I want you to touch it with your heart,

As it would be the purest form of love.

I want to end the tale that started with you,

But for you, I would end myself too.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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