Write Ten Beautiful Lines
Contest by Constance La France.
My mind had a door embedded with gems of emotion ! Through that entrance I greeted you always. Now all gemstones are fallen off, leaving shadow of glaze in empty sockets. You walked away on promise to be back by 'tomorrow'. No more to voice my ardent ardour but to drag dull days on false expectation of your so called 'tomorrow'.
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