Oh my anglesome beloved, come as i await your mercy. The aura is felicific but our rendezvous is lamenting. Your recall those valleys, where once we met ? The thoughts are mourning but the hope isnt fringe. My ears are naive so am i, We both are still suitors of spring. The cuckoo is howling and the whiffs are ominous. The cause is love and the path is thorny. I decide to crawl, wishing you to drag. Let me rest in a dark coffin, Where I find an end to agony. They say you rest in peace for ever. Will I ......... ??????? Badee Uz Zaman
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 08:03:30 +0000
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