A dry Noon
Weeds beamed like wild bushes
Butterflies screamed like dark witches
With the absence of you
stars deemed like filthy scars amid skies
A Noon was felt so dry,
the life was dealt with an utter cry
roses melt like puling eye
Meerni held his soul with heavenly sigh!
~Meerni
Butterflies screamed like dark witches
With the absence of you
stars deemed like filthy scars amid skies
A Noon was felt so dry,
the life was dealt with an utter cry
roses melt like puling eye
Meerni held his soul with heavenly sigh!
~Meerni
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