A boy reminiscing his first KISS
Last night there was a heavy shower,
Thats why that day there was blowing a heavy wet breeze.
You & I was sitting in the park-alone.
Everytime the gust of wet wind was making your face curtained-
By your freed hair.
I once at last remove that curtain of hair
and touch your lips.......................
Today a mountainous fog had surrounded our relationship
and this memory is a golden mist.
Sangbad
20.4 07
Poetry by sangbad
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Written on 2007-04-20 at 18:00
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A Bit Of Memory
Last night there was a heavy shower,
Thats why that day there was blowing a heavy wet breeze.
You & I was sitting in the park-alone.
Everytime the gust of wet wind was making your face curtained-
By your freed hair.
I once at last remove that curtain of hair
and touch your lips.......................
Today a mountainous fog had surrounded our relationship
and this memory is a golden mist.
Sangbad
20.4 07
Poetry by sangbad
Read 624 times
Written on 2007-04-20 at 18:00
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