Like it used to..
Like it used to..
A pale apricot moon does not smile like an evening prize
Like it used to..
Time does not breathe in the scent of passionate love
Like it used to..
Flowers don’t bloom at the foothills of my imagination
Like it used to..
Hunger does not crash on the walls of my lonely being
Like it used to..
Waitings do not emphasize the restlessness of our energy
Like it used to..
Giggles and laughter do not chime in the corridors of joy
Like it used to..
Sayan Chakravarty
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