Belief : Infatuation and self love never goes in vain.
Fragrance, won’t matter The coloured vests, won’t matter The edges filled with the shadows breaking the light from the corners, won’t matter The laugh of a new life so formed, matters. Fortune is the key but it won’t matter, The difference on which the thrust issues are glowing won’t matter, The height of the patterns formed some bricks won’t matter, How heavy you carry the load on your shoulders won’t matter, Having your own perception matters. Those atrocious late nights fights, won’t matter The vigilant talks behind your back,…
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