I smile to the sound of her voice,
yet grimace to the waves of her choice,
that may wash away this swain.
I miss the sight of her smile,
but hold a fear all the while,
as I try to build my sand castle again.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
I smile to the sound of her voice,
yet grimace to the waves of her choice,
that may wash away this swain.
I miss the sight of her smile,
but hold a fear all the while,
as I try to build my sand castle again.
(c) Ashish Gupta 2014
