She, Called me out there to get on.
Her realm is full of roses n mine with thorns without which the combination was not possible...
Her one is happy and charming and my starving for the craze of happiness.
Her own memory, that would never fade away and go on growing, and mine one fading and depleting in a single vain.
Her calling was sweet and mine one trying to be...
My voice is melodious and trying to make the birds sing...
Still, she's not satisfied.
And here, flabbergasted is me seeing her confused in her own realm.
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