summer recreation
P.S. Writing down on a paper has its own essence that can never be replaced with typing.. ...
Unopened Envelope
I shall be empty
For that smile I wear..
when it all rushes back
where solitude hugs and caresses me to sleep
I shall be concealed
for all the tears...
On The Edge
Little would they know..
strolling through the memory..
the pain it took to overcome..
Heart that pounds furiously
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