I Was Sorry
It was all futile
Washing and rubbing
Aches that had left
So i did what i do best
Soared away into the blue
Open skies so temptingly called
Rosy hues of the heaven
Raced me across while
You and yours, I all forgot
Copyright © Anjali Gandhi | Year Posted 2023
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