Clouds started gathering,
Darkness engulfed the sky.
Droplets began pouring,
Flooding me with a sense of your love.
Touching me and
Weaving my heart with dreams,
Dreams of us being together, always.
O that it should realize, these are nothing but masquerades.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
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