Thursday, March 29, 2012


The love I've been dreaming of..
is all so close to me.
But all i can do is-
just watching you with out words.
In this city of strangers,-
I lived day by day painting love.


Waiting and hoping that
you will be here.
with the scent of daisies.

It is too late,
but now-
you will, finally,----------me.
But may be we were not meant to be.
I never wanted to -
let this love  fly away.

But I'm (or you------ my heart)
Sorry, I have to leave-
with a breathing heart--

But I'll see your face in-
all the snaps of lovely clouds...............

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