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Busy-Streets

Lost in the crowds of the busy street
Misty eyes as they rung the final bell
Turn back time where they used to meet,
Forgotten lanes lead to the pain of hell.

Remember those barren paths you left behind?
How they flourish the way they never happened before,
Imagine those moments that you never captured?
How they put a smile even when you thought it was too hard!

They took him instead of her
Oh my dreaded tracks,you love to fade
Flames so hot they took him afar
Mourning peace bestowed upon the dead.

 
Busy streets,cars still go on,
Miles apart they left me a bit torn.

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  1. Shreya Ghosh6 January 2021 at 08:10

    Thank you for your compliments...much appreciated. I'm glad you liked my poetry. You can always reach me on the contact us form of my website.
    Or just direct mail me at shreyaspoetry@gmail.com

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