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Love
Love is indeed treacherous…
How I mistook your longing for him to mine.
Sorry.
But I am happy..that you retraced his footsteps…
I am just a passing wind..who wanders
And leaves no footsteps..no scent to follow.
The rhythms we played...
How I mistook your longing for him to mine.
Sorry.
But I am happy..that you retraced his footsteps…
I am just a passing wind..who wanders
And leaves no footsteps..no scent to follow.
The rhythms we played...
