Just 1 replyA Poem by WordyWorld
a whisper awaits for the soul to flew away, alone and buried here i lay, just lost in words nights and days. For weeks and months, early i wait.. winter or summer, never too late. A peice of memories still retained, though constantly vanishing away and still you got nothing left for me to say???
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