Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Somewhere down the lane

A friend  a lover then a stranger,
A myth has fallen so ample in itself.

With careless ease,
Smile around the bliss,
May you blossom like a queen.

Following her gaze,
As water cuddle those fishes,
The time swings with easy wings.

- R.S

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