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Sweet Nothing



Whisper softly into my ear
Love is but heartbeat away
Warm breath, anticipation

My life flashes in your eyes
clear, like a crystal
I would never leave your side

The horrors of the past
the love that's lost
Our bond is strong

Death will come
and death will go
But we will always be

The promises made
The hours spent
remembering the sweet nothings

This is not the end
we will meet
when the sun shines again

One last look
One last caress
A new promise made

A day will come
When we will
whisper sweet nothings again


by, Teja Priyadarshini

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