A smiling face Fronting a saddened heart. We bade our goodbyes. Nights lose their grace Where these footpaths part. The hurt of broken ties. Days run at a slowed pace Like a horse pulling an overloaded cart. Even hellos have their price. Running alone cannot be a race, Being together was such a beautiful art. […]
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