Well it was in the middle of the road
When suddenly his car was broken
Not ready now to run a race
His youth's only left token
His one and only memory
Of his first true love
Now left shattered in misery
His heart, pale like a dove.
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My Brainwork 1: Collection Of Poems
PoetryHi everyone. I have decided to post my various thoughts via poems. The chapters here will be arranged according to different topics. You can read according to your choice.Hope you like them. Also, if you find typos, grammatical mistakes, etc, do...
