Jul 2018
Obsessed
With your memories
In the rain
I walk
My head held high
Tears of the clouds
Blend with mine
Watching from
Stained glass
I see your shape
As you hold her
At her waist
Twirling…
With your memories
In the rain
I walk
My head held high
Tears of the clouds
Blend with mine
Watching from
Stained glass
I see your shape
As you hold her
At her waist
Twirling…
(F/India)
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