seasons passed in your memory
trembling lips, swaying heart beats
asking my creator
to grant me my wish
this monsoon
in the overcast
its a desire
rains of hatred
give authority
to live
to all
those who love
she saw the text message was sent , she did not receive the calls, but texts she counted were so many , she read all of them, tears shed , she was helpless
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