'Flying Days' Read Count : 23

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'Flying Days '

' No one's hand are there 
to hold me as my cure
Not any single word of care 
Nights are going like a wind 
through my window
And am trying to survive in it
With all these my 'Flying Days' '



  • demonstrating the words of pain vibrating the heart of love.

    Feb 08, 2020

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