By the passing time
Changing days into months,
Your face and your voice
I am trying to forget.
Trying to make my heart
A sea shore,
Prints made here
Will stay no more.
To forget your love
All efforts I'm trying,
But it's a seed in soil
Grows in its own time.
Like a junk box
Is cell phone of mine,
If its shows no messages
From your side.
Like an ancient tree
My life has became,
Whatever happens around
It remains the same.
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