Unsung are the chords,
he strummed long back,
he became everything ,they wished him to,
but sumwhere lost himself,
n so he drank and drank,
unaware of a simple fact,
oblivion has no colour,
not even black...
he strummed long back,
he became everything ,they wished him to,
but sumwhere lost himself,
n so he drank and drank,
unaware of a simple fact,
oblivion has no colour,
not even black...
Fantastic, welcome aboard!Cheers to many many more wonderful posts to come,Bless you!
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