Time Kill of Love
When time I was always with myself.
Than you are always away from me.
It does not take time to do it.
How can you tell me how to meet you?
This is a game of luck,
In this love passed,
Someone is completely spread.
As written by God,
He has got the same time here.
Now why do you cry.
When you lost that lovely atmosphere.
If you appreciate the time.
We are always with you.
Copyright © Kishan Sharma | Year Posted 2017
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