It was a breeze of memories
It holds as it is
Insulated dreams are always there
It is the figure of lifelong thoughts
Eyes that long for peach of shot
Words that prim in soul and whisper
Selfishness that envy the primal wish
It will reside till the last breathe
But it hurts as it is
Love is all in love and life
But love is a pain as it is immortal…
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