Last Message

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It's a last message about a boy, who had loved a girl with wholeheartedly. And after some time girl left him alone. He text her so many messages but she didn't respond to him. He tried to get her back in his life but failed every time. Now he got tired and writing her last message in rhymes. This all happens because of a small misunderstanding. A small misunderstanding leaded towards the splitting of huge relation. After every failure, he decided to write the last message to her lover and remember his love and their relations. He apologizes for what he had done. He is telling her that don't apologize what you had done, but just come into his life again before he die. Let read his last message.... It could be my last message..... I'm tired to write message. Babe, I love you with role and soul.... I thought you would be my whole. I wanted to make you my last side.... Where I want to spend my all Life. Our love was signed for the whole world..... But no
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Summer Morning

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Veil of darkness rising after a whole night stay,
Sun slept still in the womb of the day,

                Stars like jewels, that sparkled in the sky,
Weary and tired, said good bye,

Far out, all those meadows green,
Waiting quietly for the golden sheen.

             Heavy elms stood in the morning breeze,
                For years they know how long night cease.

Sun dazzled the clouds with shimmering streaks,
Showering gold over valleys steep.

           Young crops in fields, all grown with care,
    Fluttering, dancing along with the air,

Each leaf, each petal had its share,
In making the weather more gay, more fair.

Pure and naive like a maidens heart,
     Calm each spirit as the morn does start.

This serenity whispers to me,
Of peace and gaiety and harmony.

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