The last page of my notebook is blank but spaceless
Folded with the aroma of some dried roses
And flooded with your unceasing touches,
I know it's faded its glow with the passing time
But it recites the poetries of yours and mine,
It says a tale of you, me and us
It reminds me the story of life and laughs...
As that every layer of my heart has no space except you
Colored with a rosy smile of your smell
And enchanted with your aromatic soul,
I know it's not gonna stop its cacophony ever
But raises its beats like a beast - loud and louder,
It makes you to stay in hardship and wounded ease
It screams, "Give me some wounds back, oh my love please..!"
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