it's my life
- a poetic journey through my verse:)
Saturday, October 3, 2015
They meet often even now
missing are the kisses and hugs.
Hostile are the meetings
not even a sound.
Hissing like hostile strangers
treated as bugs.
2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
Disclaimer: The image(s) in the post are taken from Google. I don't claim any of its rights.
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