I have thought not to write
again,
Suddenly I found your photograph.
I decided to keep it in vain,
Can I look it as an epitaph?
The photograph was old,
A mole was there on her neck.
A decade lost, her smile was
sold.,
It was a ship wreck.
Can I write some more?
I ll not get it published.
Your smile was so pure,
I got punished….
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