UntitledA Poem by Nwang
These are the fingers;
Which your lips had kissed. These are the eyes; From which you had wiped off tears. So, how can I ; Cover my own reflection. How can I forget; What this heart remembers. Whenever tears wash these eyes; You are still the vision. Where ever these feet might tread; You are the earth beneath. So, how can I; Cover the brightness of the moon. How can I forget; What this heart remembers.
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Added on January 12, 2016Last Updated on January 12, 2016 Tags: love AuthorNwangkolkata, west bengal, IndiaAbout"When you can't change the world and you don't want to change yourself. The only thing you can do is create a new world." I write to express myself, my views and my opinions. So this is my world. .. more..Writing
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