A delicate part of her
She'd given him to guard,
Assuming it to be in good hands,
Believing it not to be as thin as it looked,
But it turned out to get broken,
Falling into pieces at every step
The shattering sound inaudible to him,
He kept moving forward,
Without noticing ,
Each piece he was losing along the path,
Not stopping to soothe her pain,
For invisible her tears were to him.
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About Me
- Mauritius
- I'm was born in the year 1986 on a small island, which is not known by many as it is found in the Indian Ocean. My friends usually say am whacky and "i am the way i am" , but i guess its for those who know me to give a description of how i am :)
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