The love monger

Scattered like Dust all throwing glitters

Tensile strengths moving towards threshold

Joyous mood nothing but puddings

When to crush on some sweets Never plum

A gay Heart ravaged by a gaily storm

We had met but our hearts could’nt talk

We talked but our hearts would’nt meet

Ashraf’s scribbles:using words to save the world

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