A boy reminiscing his first KISS


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
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Written on 2007-04-20 at 18:00

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Zoya Zaidi
A very tender reminiscence!
I love these last lines- they are very poetic:
"Today a mountainous fog had surrounded our relationship
and this memory is a golden mist. "
(((Hugs)))
Welcome to the bay from my side1
Love, Zoya
2007-04-20