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thanks for stopping by

since I cannot post a post story from this device writing this here.

When i feel cold

I'll keep you close

And if i could hold you

And take you home

I want to let it go but guess ya

It’s hard cuz I ain’t elsa

When at night

I'll sing you to sleep

If you were mine to keep

I wish i could leave you my love

But my heart, is a mess

My days they begin with your name

And nights end with your breath

With your breath.

To sway just like

It was Sunday night

And all the lights

Will blind me dry

My lullaby

Is your sigh

And i can feel it

Whenever I see a doodle

It reminds me of an angel named google

I wish i could leave you my love

But my life is a mess

My days they begin with hard toil(work) which makes my energy drain

And nights end with pain

Sometimes I wish I could be declared a casualty in a plane

When i feel cold

I feel a icecle striking through my heart

A sensation auctioning my soul

I am no longer a whole

Verse 2?

There was so much I wished to have u told

But Alas,now they will remain untold

I had read your other post

I wanted to tell u but

I waited till your exams get past.

(*i will send it on that post

Read it if u have the time

This will be too long

So had to cut it *)

Sometimes I wonder to find a good place

To knot my last perfect lace

Than being a witness in a stressful and complexed

family court case

(Hey there !

thanks for still stopping by )

When i feel cold

I'll keep you close

And if i could hold you

And take you home

I want to let it go but guess ya

It’s hard cuz I ain’t elsa

When at night

I'll sing you to sleep

If you were mine to keep

I wish i could leave you my love

But my heart, is a mess

My days they begin with your name

And nights end with you smile

With your smile

keep your smile because it

will take u as far as a mile.

When I feel a bit of heat

and I feel no better than a dead meat

I often carve

that I die by starve.

Yes this is it

Thank for sticking by my side

Ever since I was a silly no one

that always wanted to hide

through all the rise and fall of waves

and ticks and tocks of time

there will probably be no one that could

rather give me this much talktime

Yes it’s Been a hard time for u

So here’s one last ‘take care’

From me to you.

Thanks to everyone

Good luck!

Have a good day

It’s time for me to make hay.

Tata.

Hello everyone

Well since I am unable to post a post story on English server

I am posting it here

Originally I was suppose to make two of them out of which one was a sonnet but then due to some circumstances I had to combine them

Without further ado let’s move on

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...The aftermath of Cold ...

A blue bird looks over the sky

As the sun rays sparkle on its wings it begins to fly

Below it a man puts all his efforts to try

To reach his destination and doesn’t care about the scenes in front of his eye

As he bids his fellows goodbye

One eight zero zero five nine nine

How am I ? I guess I am fine

five nine nine ;

One zero one nine

After being the source of light

It will be my time to shine

To cut through the layers of ice the man uses all his might

Because he knows if the ice melts he will be in a sorry plight

He looks everywhere as far as he is allowed by his sight

He cannot find any shelter neither to his left nor to his right

To beat the cold he uses all his remaining willingness to fight

But then he becomes stiff and realises he may have got a frostbite

Although it’s the end of the cold

As the ice melts it’s gonna be more cold

Many stories may be left untold

It’s true that I feel cold

But should I really be cold

Nevertheless the man moves on

As he knows there will be no one left to mourn

Realizing he may not be able to see his field of harvested corn

And probably nothing to be won

One eight 2 zeros five 2 nines

I try my best to hide my whines

five 2 nines

One zero one nine

But I must always confine

The man notices how the distance left Is Less than a kilometre and a half

He decides to cheer himself by doing a little laugh

But then a memory flashes of someone who was his other half

And down goes the survival graph

Although it’s the end of the cold

As the ice melts it’s gonna be more cold

All my emotions have almost been sold

I must yet behold

Even though I am not that bold

However I still uphold

That I feel cold

But should I really be cold

The man moves on even if his mind is full of negative thoughts that exceed a million

Total letters in those thoughts may be no lesser than a billion

The man distracts himself as he knows thoughts are just thoughts

As his instructor had taught

There is no need to give it heed as it may cause one`s mind to rot

The man finally arrives his destination but his filled with fear

As he had lost all his closed ones that to him were very dear

The next sunrise the man was found bleeding from his ear

And his face covered with fear

(After autopsy there was found lead

In his blood of dark red)

One eight zero zero five nine nine

I don’t know why I am still online

But not on line

five nine nine ;

One zero one nine

I guess I ruined this plot line

Last but not the least

When I feel cold I am gonna yearn for a heater

Let MT be MT pls don’t make it like Twitter

Although it’s the end of the cold

As the ice melts it’s gonna be more cold

Many stories may be left untold

It’s true that I feel cold

But should I really be cold

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...Thanks for your time ...

...Have a good year ahead ...