I write XLIII
So caught up
in everyday's rush
turbulence, maddness
battles galore
It dims the brightness
In my heart
When I need to use the cliche
And need to say
Alas, I find
No time to
Write
in everyday's rush
turbulence, maddness
battles galore
It dims the brightness
In my heart
When I need to use the cliche
And need to say
Alas, I find
No time to
Write
posted by ShaluBhuchar at
8:41 AM
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