When I look at your eyes cold,
My hopes and my life scattered,
How I miss the warmth of your hold.
Bright mornings seem like winters,
And dull the colours that were once bold,
I wish you were here right now,
To laugh with me or to scold.
Death comes to everyone, I know,
But why did it come so early?
Should have let you stay a little longer,
Or should have taken even me.
© Darshana Mehta
Hey Darshana great work. A wonderful piece of art that simply touches heart. Keep going!!
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I was the first one to read it
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Good Darshna
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Thank you!! ☺
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Nice thought..Darshna
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Nice thought…Darshna
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Thank you!!!
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