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A Day Spent Without You
Morning without you,
Is like a cold brew,
No warmth,no magic;
only tragic.
Time to go to work,
But I wanted to shirk.
Many fragrant vines on the way,
but all seemed like a month without pay.
After continuous strive ,
Finally it was five.
Day without you was still fine,
But not as good as an old wine.
© Diksha_Pradhan
Is like a cold brew,
No warmth,no magic;
only tragic.
Time to go to work,
But I wanted to shirk.
Many fragrant vines on the way,
but all seemed like a month without pay.
After continuous strive ,
Finally it was five.
Day without you was still fine,
But not as good as an old wine.
© Diksha_Pradhan
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