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304 · Apr 2018
We became soulmate
Sonshikha Apr 2018
We became friends
When he saw me crying
And offered me a tissue
in exchange of my story.

And we became soulmate
When he saw me deserted
And offered me felicity
In exchange of my melancholy.
223 · Apr 2018
Home
Sonshikha Apr 2018
My home is
bucketfull​ of memories,
Where every wall has
a story to tell,
Every door has
a gateway to flashback,
Every room has
a warmth of delightfulness,
Every bed has
a peace of restfulness,
And every corner has
a memory of hide and seek.

— The End —