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Saturday 18 June 2011

Can’t say why?


You are loved sometimes,
Cared sometimes,
Still a crave for someone is there.
Can’t say why?
Eyes look to and fro,
For that new beginning.
Can’t say why?
Why does love fades…
With the growing time and needs.
Can’t say why
Still the hope of being loved,
Is still there,
Deep within.
Can’t say why?
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  1. Anonymous11 April 2015 at 12:19

    I guess we are all like the character in your poem
    Elizabeth Scott, Arts and Crafts Professional

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