Another Boring Tragedy Poem by AArya Roy
Another Boring Tragedy
She comes everyday in my
grave yard,
n being crying for me for years..
But the time was not so evil
before,
the days were not of tears.
The time we spent, the dreams
we dreamt,
are shattered. Oh! My dear..
Some cloud swallowed us and
left some dust,
but now i have no fear.
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