by Gowri Bhargav | Sep 11, 2024 | Poetry, Structured
As the wind whistles my frail heart sings thy name, O’ my love, In vain I cling to the cherished photo frame, O’my love. The wafting petrichor reminds me of those fond days past, In trance, I sway in an illusory game, O’ my love. Years...
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