Friendship life Poems

Solitude

Lousy, the life has become
or by me it is made wearisome.
Wanton was it, but once
had lots of fun.

Nights seems to be longer,
I in solitude amidst murky.
Count the passing stars,
heart beats to keep its the only key.


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Solitude

Lousy, the life has become
or by me it is made wearisome.
Wanton was it, but once
had lots of fun.

Nights seems to be longer,
I in solitude amidst murky.
Count the passing stars,
heart beats to keep its the only key.


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  Rafiq Pasha (1 poems about Friendship life)