If you hold my hand again
It’s the essence of the morning dew Or you are looking back. At your long-forgotten past. That is me, No less I waited for you. Accepting the reality though
It’s the essence of the morning dew Or you are looking back. At your long-forgotten past. That is me, No less I waited for you. Accepting the reality though
This poem that tells about the suffering of a girl deceived by a boy in a relationship while she wanted his support during her struggle.