It was a beautiful night,
I wrote the special poetry for you,
But it did not reach you,
It remained confined in my great page forever,
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A poem written in anguish. Well expressed.......10+++
i tooo compose while sleeping tears don't come at night nice your eyes were and are washed away
it's sad to learn that when you stared at that page, tears of grief filled your gloomy eyes....but that grief is of different taste dear Anjandev..........10/10. Keep it up!