We go on
For months
Without listening
To
Each other's voices.
Yet,
We survive,
In the strain
Of the wait
For
that ecastic moment
When
we will meet again
And
You will bring me
Euphoria,
Which will later change
into pain
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Random thoughts....
PoetryThis is the personal collection of random thoughts of me, Manail ,an average pakistani teen
