However when you stay aloof from me,All that shades my heart is murk.
A certain reverie peeps down in anticipation from tall unimpressionable towers,
And another, defeated fancy wraps itself into the oblivion of a lonesome corner.
Sometimes, the corridors to my heart are clouded by gloom,
Whereas, other times, there is light till the capacity of sight.
Nevertheless, of one thing I am sure,
I don’t love you…
A certain reverie peeps down in anticipation from tall unimpressionable towers,
And another, defeated fancy wraps itself into the oblivion of a lonesome corner.
Sometimes, the corridors to my heart are clouded by gloom,
Whereas, other times, there is light till the capacity of sight.
Nevertheless, of one thing I am sure,
I don’t love you…
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