All my poems can’t be written on paper
They are carved on the forlorn pieces of my heart,
They are etched in the despondent alleys of my mind,
They are engraved in the secluded corners of my soul.
Aarti Khurana
They are carved on the forlorn pieces of my heart,
They are etched in the despondent alleys of my mind,
They are engraved in the secluded corners of my soul.
Aarti Khurana
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