There is something very endearing about old times,Just like how your heart starts to smile-At the smell of a diary that has been shelved for years;Those tiny fragments of dust and dirt that sits on its cover,That brown tinge that envelopes the pages,Rides a straight path from your head to heart. Wiping off the dust,Continue reading “How your heart starts to smile”
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Cakewalk
We danced and dancedTill your lungs gave in and our feet swelled up.In halls so empty, we fluttered like butterfliesWith wings of joy and felicity.Legs spreading like a sheen over the floorsWinding like stairs up the days of yore.Hands ruffling through the winds,Moulding and forming virtual shadowsOf swallows and birds not known.Rolling in the deepestContinue reading “Cakewalk”
Infinite boulevard 