At the outset of life
The drops of Rain seems
Like the shower of diamonds
The sunset seems
Like the oozing caramel
The night seems
Like a cold dark fudge
The streets seems
The background of your dreams,
Age and time tarnish the life
Making the outer beauty
Wear and tear in to rust
Reveling the covered core
The real essence, the truest part
That will never obsolete
“Pure Love”
That neither has a manufacturing date
Nor a date of expiry…
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