Glitters of Love
I stammer,
as you are the beauty grammar,
Let the silence murmur,
You are the rain in summer!
Pay me the tax called smile,
Hold my hand and let's walk thousands of mile.
Don't leave me alone even for a while.
When I'm blind, be my braille!
Copyright © Harshitha Gn | Year Posted 2018
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