Staring at a mirror,
Tears rolling down my eye,
Fist clenched,
My room was a mess,
A photo of us,
It wasn't just,
You left too soon,
For me to say goodbye,
And now you became a part of the infinite sky.
Tears rolling down my eye,
Fist clenched,
My room was a mess,
A photo of us,
It wasn't just,
You left too soon,
For me to say goodbye,
And now you became a part of the infinite sky.
~Mansi Gupta.
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