I let myself drift amidst the bellowing tide,
contained and cynical as time goes-by…
Though wicked memories won't ever cease;
haunt me down,
bruise my pride,
and seize every piece…
But thanks to you, Atlast! You found
my weary soul weeping without a sound…
You revived me with your ardent love
sincerely shown, it is for me without a doubt…
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