Monday, September 12, 2011


It’s a beautiful Sunday evening.
The sun has not even begun to go.
The moon started shining….
As I hold his hand in mine….
The world whispers in silence.
I see a beautifully painted landscape.
People missing ambiguously- at the dawning day
Descending clouds and soothing wind almost took us away.
With him beside me, I see the reflection of our lives.
A mist surrounds us, and comfort blanket protects us.
I am unsure of several things,
Besides the love, I strongly feel for him.

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