Your Story, My Way



As we grow, we realize the bitter truths of life. Love can be the cure as well as love can be the disease. Love is a feeling of attachment. Our friends and family are people whom we love. Sometimes we don’t truly value a person until or unless they are gone. That kind of love happens only once and remains in us for eternity. Life moves ahead but a part of us is still waiting.
Here is a lost tale of a man :

She was one of her kind
Always made happy my mind
I wasn’t yet known
That attachment is sown
I thought she was just
A person like dust
Who may be gone
After a year I’ll remember none
For now it’s been years
And I’m filled with tears
Cause I let her fade away
Left her faraway
All that remains is regret
Which I can never forget


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