
We fall every time,
You,
You and I to taste a bit of love,
Somehow light turn on inside our heart,
Then ,
We dance,
We sing
We beautifying ourselves as old souls,
And ,
We clashed into graveyards blanket and stepped into deep beautiful sleep.
BY-HARSHITA PANDEY
Beautiful Harshita
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Thankyou Ayushi 🙏😇
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Well penned 👏👏
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Thankyou very lekhnanalya 😇🙏
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