Walking down a winding lane bathed in moonlight, w…
Walking down a winding lane bathed in moonlight, when I stumbled up on you. The night froze right then, right there. The lamps that lit up homes are slowing dying out, the night is about to end. The realization hits me hard. As the moon gives way to the sun he whispers to me saying he will be back, back for longer.
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Ramprasad said,
April 14, 2007 at 6:47 am
Words fail, though seemingly lame , this smile says much more than words ever can
eiwotya said,
November 15, 2007 at 5:15 am