Presence of some Strange feeling.
Leaving many trace behind.
Me trying to find him everywhere
Kind of threat in heart.
His presence was mysterious.
Turning everything up and down,
Me finding crystals everywhere.
And some pieces of paper !
That room became a terror place.
They was mystery of someone’s presence
Or presence of a mystical ghost.
After turning everything,
Me finding no body ,no ghost.
But their was something
This mystery made me remember
Those all old things
For which I once cry!
Now left unused and dirty
While holding them in hand
Same feeling as holding them first time
That mystery of unknown remain on unsolved.
But teaching me the value of old Love.
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