My lost origin.

My lost origin.

Lady with the lost date is remembered again,
Shadow of her love still remains.
That beauty in her organza orange,
Wish I could sensibly adore again.
Thick curls on her short physique,
Truthful smile in backdrop of her shiny teeth.
This is all what was she,
Still a stream of her red flows in me.

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Yash Mainali
Doesn't matter how many new blooms are there. Feeling for the very first one is totally conserved. No other can replace the feel of essence in prime florescence I had for.

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