If love doesn’t exist,
what’s making me write those words?
Who’s sitting on my shoulder
and whispering in my ear
the sweetest things?
© VishalDutia
If love doesn’t exist,
what’s making me write those words?
Who’s sitting on my shoulder
and whispering in my ear
the sweetest things?
© VishalDutia
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You have answered your own query. Long may it be.