Written by Writer Anshika Yadav and Edited by Editor Mrinali Jadhav
You're a midnight with enchanting eyes; Surrounded by the star, sparkling in the skies. Late nights, filled with lots of memories, Like a pretty feather, the wind carries. You're the song, I heard at 7 pm. Just like the serendipity I stumbled upon; A captivating aurora of sunrise at dawn, Blissfulness is what I want, to your black swan. Sometimes rain will turn the grass into a quagmire, Eventually virtuous people you will meet, who'll still be liar. Momentary they all are just a transient, Ergo never change your hidden benevolent. I wonder if the simple things that reminds me of you, Like cute glasses that remind you of me. As the moon shines in through; With a celestial star, trying to protect thee. I like it when I watch you be you. It's so mesmerising akin, the rainbows hue. 7:07 will be my favourite time of the day, I wish we could meet on 7 january, I pray.
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