Nov 2020
With grace she doused
Her hair in fuel
And lit the flames
As a burning carousel
What will be
Never belongs to us
So, we treat what we have
So, carefully
Her hair in fuel
And lit the flames
As a burning carousel
What will be
Never belongs to us
So, we treat what we have
So, carefully
Hope you like this.
(27/M/New Delhi, India)
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