he lips numb
and my feet tremble
every time I
remember your face; it’s a feeling.....nice one from a learned friend....10
Every time I rush
make the way and push
Only to have glimpse of her face
I am always ready to embrace
It is not joke
I never spoke
It has some blessing
I am always kept missing
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he lips numb and my feet tremble every time I remember your face; it’s a feeling.....nice one from a learned friend....10 Every time I rush make the way and push Only to have glimpse of her face I am always ready to embrace It is not joke I never spoke It has some blessing I am always kept missing