Wind blows and you feel the subtle touch of breeze,
you don’t see it but you can feel its ease.
It brings clouds and birds to where ever it wants to cease,
but trembles once it has been released.
Same as to Trust- it is not something you can ask for..
If someone gives you his precious gore,
Once someone gives it you, take it as your golden ore
Because if not, you cannot take it back from the core.
I am now beginning to get back what I have lost
Trust of someone which turned out a ghost
Left behind mending in the dust
I am now considered as someone not a must.
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