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My dead Friend
It’s the sweet cold
winter again,
this warm feet touched the
chilly water, made the autumn,
for a change,the winds, strong and cold,
held me, for no one did.
Beneath the yonder ether,
stood the sea,and the rocks,
upon which my eyes were on,
a girl,who were without none,
filled with tears,so I see.
She resembles a dead friend,
who sat on the very rock for her man,died.
My eyes believed it to be her,
but my heart says,she is long gone,
notwithstanding my eyes,I will never
meet her,as the girl on the rock ,
about to meet her fate,like
my dead friend on the very rock.
© Chinmayee R
winter again,
this warm feet touched the
chilly water, made the autumn,
for a change,the winds, strong and cold,
held me, for no one did.
Beneath the yonder ether,
stood the sea,and the rocks,
upon which my eyes were on,
a girl,who were without none,
filled with tears,so I see.
She resembles a dead friend,
who sat on the very rock for her man,died.
My eyes believed it to be her,
but my heart says,she is long gone,
notwithstanding my eyes,I will never
meet her,as the girl on the rock ,
about to meet her fate,like
my dead friend on the very rock.
© Chinmayee R
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