Noone shall ever know what you meant to me...
and slowly over time, i will also forget...
But for those few moments, when the rain waters seem to sing in your voice..
And the stars seem to whisper your name..
And the soft breeze having touched you embraces me..
and the green grass waving in the wind, reminds me of you,
i will remember.
Even when the beautiful wildflowers perfect their dance- faster and faster till all there is,
is a whirl of coloured rainbows,
i will smile and remember the green grass...
true to itself; unchanging, imperfect,
yet perfect.
2 comments:
you, my friend
are a no holds barred romantic
and yet I am the traditionalist
oh the irony :)
haha.... who said 'romantic' and 'traditionalist' were synonyms :P
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