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Sad heart complaint

Poetry By: sabamughal

Tags: Sometimes, I, Get, Too, Sad

Love is not love until it so easily does not sorrow

Submitted:Jun 15, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

He is not mine

And i am not fine
I have grief his dine

I have gone straight line
I had to stop because there were roads nine
My heart was empty of sine
I have seen walking grapes vine
Made and drunk for the satisfaction for my heart of their grapes wine

broken heart


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