Yet Incomplete!!

Every Morning I sense his musk, The eternity, something close which really spellbind my heart every time I think of his shades. Everyday a new him, a new side I meet he endeavour himself with. He is like that moisture I feel every morning which makes me smile, makes my soul more refreshed. Like the wine at times, which gives you that kinky feel before kissing the throat. Still I feel incomplete, The shore deep inside is knocking down my tears. Still a hope, to see the sun which makes a new day alive and gives me the reason to change my thoughts of not believing in…

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