sad poetry in english about life |
Giving up was just a losing proposition
Who knew this?
Deedar's mascara was put in his eyes
There was hope in Anchal
The banks of the hands were chuckling
The trembling of the feet made me angry
The air was calm, my blood was flowing
What did the three of us think together?
Talk to yourself in every corner
I looked in the mirror at every turn
The evening sun was shining brightly
The sun had set in my house
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