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As the morning descends here, The surroundings come alive, Birds start chirping sweetly, Insects play violin of the legs, Not far away I hear the engine. The morning makes glorious sounds, It also brings me back to her memories, The train I hear moving away so swiftly, It's the same train I mounted years ago, The train doesn't wait not for me now. It chugs away to where I had been, Almost two years ago to meet her, On her birthday to feel her close, To greet her so sweetly & hug her, She even had kissed a sleeping me. I wonder how she could just forget, Sharing the moments so intimate, Waking me up for an active kiss, For I'll never forget & move on, Breath talked in the breathtaking moment.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
Glorious Morning Sounds
As the morning descends here, The surroundings come alive, Birds start chirping sweetly, Insects play violin of the legs, Not far away I hear the engine. The morning makes glorious sounds, It also brings me back to her memories, The train I hear moving away so swiftly, It's the same train I mounted years ago, The train doesn't wait not for me now. It chugs away to where I had been, Almost two years ago to meet her, On her birthday to feel her close, To greet her so sweetly & hug her, She even had kissed a sleeping me. I wonder how she could just forget, Sharing the moments so intimate, Waking me up for an active kiss, For I'll never forget & move on, Breath talked in the breathtaking moment.
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
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