Do you hear the serene sound ,
Does the atmosphere leave you in a bedlam
Still searching for that lost soul
A dilemma that you can never come out off
The irony so pure
The rude awakening leaves you for the dead
This is your last love song
A poet drunk in LOVE
By Rags
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