Thursday, July 31, 2025

The Thorn Of Love Comments

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Like winter's leaves, my dreams lie pale and dry,
Their colours lost beneath love's ruthless tread.
The wounds you gave still bleed, and oft I cry,
For echoes of sweet words that once were said.
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Dipankar Sadhukhan
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