forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours

The book next to his bed was the worst.

Opened and shut many times, with harsh handling.

Much like his heart, it had lost its beats.

story copyright neha 2017

I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.

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