Slowly I am becoming,
Few lines of black on white,
diary of the your past dreaming,
And nothing more than that.

The pain of happiness,
Will be blown away forever,
In the forest of memories,
You will be as before.

Sometime in the future,
Should you feel lonely,
Like the shining moon
Roaming alone in moonlit sky,
Just scroll through the pages,
The diary you had kept,
Shall help you to return smiles,
This is the best known secret.

By gautammridha

Wish to post smiles miles away

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