Wednesday, 6 March 2019


I never called you by your name
Those letters, grouped together in that familiar form
Is the frame that holds your memories, your ideals, your hopes and dreams
It defines who you were, who you are and who you could become
But to me you are nameless
Like how a rose called by any other name
Would smell just as sweet.

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