What the heck are you talking about – the thing as “Break Ups” ?

I now have made peace with my puff,

Just smoke the worries off.

Who Cares?
                                                                                    Who Cares?

Men shall come, Men shall go.

Till we flow, we flow,

In mind, bodies, emotions with glow.

Relationships might be nothing but ‘curls of smoke’.

Till you have air in lungs, you blow

You sink in the skies together,

Share the heights together.

Stay in love together.

When in all this, you stay single.

Let the other ‘person’ go.


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