May 2020
You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.
Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?
If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.
Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?
If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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