My anxiety

Once in a life
There is fate
And when it’s found
And we have our mate
A lifetime won’t deprive
Me of my jewel
And yet I fear a thief
Should in a night
Be led
To my hidden stone
And for the quest of beauty,
The scarcity of its form
Steal away my love
From me.



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2023-03-30 at 08:17

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2023-03-30