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Lost Love
Less pain is goodbye
Breaks the heart when cry
In times she stands
Holding both your hands
Gazing at red rose
In a garden close
Takes you out of room
Pleads to pluck the bloom
I plucked, gave it to her
She took and ran
With a kiss on my cheek
Returned some hours later
Hugged me tight
With all her might
Laughed and smiled
Spoke of her love
But my heart cried
Her head on my shoulder
Thoughts elsewhere
Someone else
With me she celebrated
HER LOST LOVE REGAINED
poem
by
Jahan zaib
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