I was a flower with a vanished colour
Highlighted by her looks towards mine
Day by day she may make the way much closer to me bout the love We presented
I always feel that the winds widens along gives me an effect of joy now
The present presented me a tasty texture to overcome the ancient past of mine
She was a warm source of fire flicked in mine skin burning with a bliss in the wondrous winter
The days were now dwelling on her scripts
And mine character was as a puppet
Her face was a market of inspiration for me
Where I traded
While she degraded
Is it an obvious fact
That When u art In love
Thy art a humble poet
Murmuring something bout life
Most sensible scribes screw on that time
She was the Helen of mine Heart
And the Medusa of my life
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