Spring-scented- breeze
is about to toss
specks of fallen stars
is about to toss
specks of fallen stars
The snow-frozen rivulets
are near to erupt
weeds of poetic words
are near to erupt
weeds of poetic words
And sun is on its trolls
to brim the moon
with nectar full of beams
to brim the moon
with nectar full of beams
With this March
The lost ones would meet
The shores would no more be apart
The lost ones would meet
The shores would no more be apart
But i am unsure
If ever was I
A lost part of you?
If ever was I
A lost part of you?
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