The Passing Cloud

Mar 20, 2023

1 min read

By Archana Ambethkar

I came to party and I just say you

“Charming smile

Enchanting looks

You are not mine

You are just perfect”

I see you from a distance

“Dancing on the floor

Singing on the stage

You are not mine

So beautiful, like a flower”

By Archana Ambethkar

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