Some Inept Thoughts
My blues are dark and deepThey don't flee from my life
The smiling face, hiding my blues,
The silent death, that comes true
I can't accept even now.
My dear friend, are you dead?
I can't accept this fate of yours.
It is not fate, it is not natural.
Where are you now?
Tell me and come to my dreams...
Like our good old days
Those cheerful evenings....
I won't forget, I won't forget
I won't forget you... I can't....
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“I won't forget, I won't forget
I won't forget you... I can't....”
The depth of your love is immeasurable just like these never-ending repetitions.
The agony and solitude arising out from the loss of a true friend is very well reflected.
Hey! Its quite impressive.really deep n moving...good goin girl!
I won't forget you ...Molu...I won't....BP
Nice Poem...
Nice name too.. Molu..
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