Her;
Everyone owned Her;
their share, except me !
At the sea shores,
As I waited, the other day,
Hustling to grab hold,
pieces of Her,
from those discarded foot prints.
Failed I, there too;
to hold on,
even those reclusive remains of Her.
Dejected, as I stood,
saw the waves
leaving it's shores;
A clown that I am
and
she was just not for me, it smiled !
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