Sun my beautiful muse poem nikita rajpoot
Sun; My Beautiful Muse: Nikita Rajpoot

The realm of her desires
thrives like the rising sun
but the castle of her dreams
collapses like the setting sun;
a farewell
but a beautiful one,
an ending
but with hope,
a different hue
but no fade in milieu,
a bygone
with a promise to forever hold on…


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