Pricking are days hereby,
glances of hatred weigh high,
Ticking away the clock sways, O my!
Reasoning on days I do cry,
It is sighs which ties,
Me to the burning lies!
Time just flies,
joy just dies,
buckling me to a ongoing try!
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26.03.2020 18.30 pm - 19.20 pm Stay there for some more time, Before time gobbles you for today! Are you screening the waters ...
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13 on my fathers side and 6 on my mothers side together takes the count to 19! With a lifted nose and broadened shoulder bones I start t... -
It so happened.... that on one of my busy mornings last week, I had just got out of the front door holding my son's little soft hand....
Frankly, I didnt get the meaning and intent behind this nice poetry. Please explain me once.
ReplyDeleteThanx...it is more about my personal relationship with someone...and my ongoing try to make it going...
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