Tuesday, 30 May 2017

A poem from My Friend.

This poem is written by my friend. He asked me to share it on my blog so here it is..

Rhythm of my pain is out of tune,
Perhaps the strings of my feeling are
There was no pain and feelings had a
After I reached the acme of my life
Her footsteps were missing.

Please Share and comment few words for him.

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