Which Is Not Seen Often Touched Her... Poem by jiks patel

In memories of someone more then special.
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I see every morning in gathering crowd while sprinting
Each side is dominated readiness to be lost in the crowd.

The ones I get and then realizes
The sound comes from the heart live - live.....

Which is not seen often touched her.

From the shadow hugging each evening to see fireflies
Each side is dominated by the revolt itself to silence.

Lost loved ones to let me in and then realizes
Never sleep, never to wake up.....

Which is not seen often touched her.

I see that the sun sets in the west
The story sculpted hundreds a day.

And then I came to this world to realize
Sometimes cry and sometimes laugh.....

Which is not seen often touched her.


Dear Teena i wish just you always Stay Bless.

If possible,
remember me
Your an anonymous friend