Unspoken Affections: Part-IX
if I could fly in the sky, I will declare my love to the people on ground
If I could talk to the birds, I will ask them to add some melodies in the scene
But you stood across the road, denying something you started
The look from your eyes and its torturing action- my cheeks grew warmer
But something in this moment without you, I feel how far we really are
Our places close but hearts still hundred miles far
My desk is the only place I can write about my muse
Thinking you’re closer to me but it’s a poem you will never learn of
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