The Lost Love
Do you ever wake up and dread the break of day?
The sun is beckoning but the will is not there
Your heart is heavy-laden, in grip of despair
Yet you have to go outside come what may
and attend to the task that you least care…
Go looking for love again and find it nowhere!
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2025
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