PromiseA Poem by Abilash Uttama
How anxious you were;
To cling love, old. Now I feel you beat silently; Like a stone, dead cold. IT was a play perhaps, Fate so perfectly played. So to me Peace over love Seemed a fair trade. Feelings were restrained; Emotions were slayed. And to keep these things as such A promise was made. © 2015 Abilash UttamaReviews
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