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Oct 2016
As I opened the old wooden windows,
And pulled aside the drapes,
A playful little breeze
made me shiver.

It was dark outside,
With The Sun peeking through the clouds,
And the roads were wet when,
The old memories of You
Flashed from the past, When
You kissed me on that rainy night,
With Your dark swollen wet lips,
And I felt the ambiance of sanctity,
And we were encircled by love,
With a promise of being us forever.

Now the distance of our hearts
are far than ever, And
left broken, As we are just fragmented memories,
That sometimes a dark breeze recalls.....
An old poetry, Revised and Uploaded.
Budhaditya Bose
Written by
Budhaditya Bose  India
(India)   
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   mickey finn, --- and Elizabeth J
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