I don't actually know why I went there..
Eying the beautiful ivy sprinkle with rains
With an untold grief, murmuring a miserable tale..
I felt something, turned around,
And there was you.
A smile on both faces.
A sorrow in both hearts.
It was the time to get apart.
A short meet, a short story,
Head full of questions
Wanting to ask you and the fate-
"Then why have we met?"
Stealing your words, I ask - "So, you're finally departing!?"
Stealing my tears, you cry - "Oh my dear!"
The first and last feel of your hands grabbing mine ,
The impression of bitter and sweet wine ,
Marked the end and forever I whine
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
I don't actually know why I went there..
Eying the beautiful ivy sprinkle with rains
With an untold grief, murmuring a miserable tale..
I felt something, turned around,
And there was you.
A smile on both faces.
A sorrow in both hearts.
It was the time to get apart.
A short meet, a short story,
Head full of questions
Wanting to ask you and the fate-
"Then why have we met?"
Stealing your words, I ask - "So, you're finally departing!?"
Stealing my tears, you cry - "Oh my dear!"
The first and last feel of your hands grabbing mine ,
The impression of bitter and sweet wine ,
Marked the end and forever I whine
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