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My You.
I ran, the grass,
how cold its scale.
as summer jeered through her winter veil
My feet are soft
they'll scratch and tear
the wind so strong
my breath , mere.
My arms are stretched
and heart beats shallow.
but a lie,
for I run.
I run towards my own sun.
The blood that dropped
it seared of He.
so red, as is flowing in me.
The wind has learnt
my warmth now flows
I laugh through tears
my secret shows
my treasure
for I have but few.
You may have been the one who's gone,
I still live in me MY YOU.
Cricket
Kumkum Bhagya
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