Here starts a story,
Not unlovely but on the peaks of it's glory,
Eyes where unconvincing at a moment,
Sways towards the heart,
Is now of which someone else,
It's coming as in feel, a fear..
But if that soul gets happy touch,
From some gentle persons sweet gestures,
Then am I happy my emotional self..
Laughing off,
In no more expectations..
Just a wish, the lives reside,
Into epics of glory,
As I regain cheerfulness, looking at them as love birds,
It's all in my story :)

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