The moments we long for-
Come and go.
In seconds they move on to a past tense,
Only remaining as a written history in our hearts.
Then, only then
When all is over.
We start to question-
Was I dreaming once again?
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
The moments we long for-
Come and go.
In seconds they move on to a past tense,
Only remaining as a written history in our hearts.
Then, only then
When all is over.
We start to question-
Was I dreaming once again?
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