That Person
May 15, 2024
He had hue, he had brilliance, he had eminence,
He was someone who made me feral.
The attention that I received under his name,
Was nothing less than a symphony refrain.
My dreams used to be mirthful,
What a joyful moment they were.
Every breath was the witness,
That’s how intimate we were.
And then it happened that the relationship which we called love,
Was nothing but a fritter.
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