War of time

WAR OF TIME
A basket of fruits a taste of romance with a smell of romantic talk behind the day and night
fights are taking as a new seed bring with a new colour of our dyeing flour of taste, there
was someone who is looking at our demands of love to each other
Story of a rose to an arrow begins with a destroy of a cup of love with a kind mister time
sorry I don’t have any other words to describe the name of time he is a kind of killer who
went like an air in a desert who stole all the sand and left behind, it is a kind of a situation
which comes at a time when you believe in something for a purpose for your good.
Our life passes without the flour of our last kiss without knowing what my breath had been
decided to live my heat i started believing the support and care for the love who beats like a
blooming follower for each and every second of my breath for her when the time passes
without knowing the deal which i contracted to sign with time to give me my soul to them
to tell how much i love them on the behalf of it. Time ask me a question?
What will you do when you die one day?
Suffer with a pain without a word?
But you will be blank like a sheet?
I will spread like a smoke with a smell of my love
You have just to kill two peoples two will alive one will die are you ready?
Yes i will
I choose myself with my precious time along with the beauty of nature and queen of desert
with me till my happiest time.
‘’TIME ENDS WITH US ‘’BUT REMAIN THE SPARK OF OUR LIFE.

with love all

Jagdish bajantri

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