Sunday, 13 January 2013

Mysterious Facets

Those reflections were fake,,
a hallucinated mind was about 2 wake..

the days gloomed,,
and the soul merged with endless pain..

the moments never lied,,
it was hope which then survived..

the glittering roses,,
kept our soul intact..

the end was not this,,
as a devoted heart was about to rise..R.S
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