Such a pure
weather…...serene and exotic;
silver
raindrops…
against my
face…,
trickling down
my hair….,
around my
fingers….,
they hold my
hand and took me for an odyssey….
…an odyssey…...so
nostalgic…..!
...somehow....;
my mind is
walking alone ...
in forgotten
boulevard of those golden days.....
...... when
death was my shadow...!
if you still
remember…….
our escapades
in the silver rains...,
if your heart
still pine for those moments….
…………………………………………………………….
……Then you are again
invited ....!
Oh’ my futile
effort to catch the sands in my hand…
it’s a gift in
itself….
The feel so
real….of those long walks together…
There was no
shadow…following us in the rains…!
I was in love
with death.
It was raining when I
died… and now also it is RAINING…!
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