That side of the window,
fragrance of jasmine.
This side, awaiting one more spring,
drenched in colours, and me
looking at the mirror to find a
stranger there in
With a handful of charcoal
life in quest of its existence, lost somewhere in between.
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The Untold Truth ( Completed )
Poetryjust a bunch of random poems . hope u like It . vote and comment if u find it interesting . 🍁💗🍁~~
