Extreme rhyme

In search of the intense fervour

She let her heart for the savour

The emptiness the life held before

Made her to crave for deep endear.

As she came across versimilitude

Her life was a room for solitude

Stepping out of her isolated attitude

She stopped her heart from getting delude.

Realising the truth that love doesn’t exist

And the lonely nights have to persist

Her tears got buried forever amidst
The dark night, when she let her fears to aorist..


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