You still rush in my thoughts
Flushing the blood in my dead brain
Like a unfortunate player from the game of droughts
Who waits for the move to welcome the partial pain
Your fragrances still travels from far
Through the woods, brook and through the wheat fields
It could even travel the deadly war
That strong is the fragrance your personality yields
Your voice still breach my ears
As it whispers our love story
Bringing me back to tears
To relive the age of our glory
Your touch still chills my blood
as the colours come alive
The adrenaline motivates my capricious mood
As soon as your lost memories arrive
I still live in your afterglow
Following it into every dark night
Taking me into the abyss dark and low
For everyday to lose you in a fight..
Nice post
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Yeah at times we think taking nap will do good instead but no afterglow catch us off guard π this is really interesting in a histrionic way π
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Not satisfied with my work this days … I never was and I am not improving .. I write shit.
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Comeon this is incredible piece but then if you yourself are never satisfied how will the fellow bloggers be??
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Omg ! Love
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Thank you for reading it.. π
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Δ° just reading ππ
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U can follow me in insta. And me tooπ
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OK..
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By what name are you on insta?
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