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When the first ray of dust, Made love to the last drop of rain, A rainbow breathed, In the shades of grey. A million hours of togetherness, Thirty seconds of love. A lifetime of burning memories, And only a breath to make us part. I tread that path now and then, Making my way through leaves uncrushed. Bleeding as I walk over, Some diamonds scattered in the dust. Memories’ the only undying flame, Amidst trickling tears, And a cold beating heart, A friend I have lost today. Now as I stare at the black expanse, Into the ocean of nothingness, As I sink and melt onto hopes unknown, I feel the wind curling down. After heaving a few more sighs, I realize, Those foot prints that we left behind, Are gone, lost in the sands of time.
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
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When the first ray of dust, Made love to the last drop of rain, A rainbow breathed, In the shades of grey. A million hours of togetherness, Thirty seconds of love. A lifetime of burning memories, And only a breath to make us part. I tread that path now and then, Making my way through leaves uncrushed. Bleeding as I walk over, Some diamonds scattered in the dust. Memories’ the only undying flame, Amidst trickling tears, And a cold beating heart, A friend I have lost today. Now as I stare at the black expanse, Into the ocean of nothingness, As I sink and melt onto hopes unknown, I feel the wind curling down. After heaving a few more sighs, I realize, Those foot prints that we left behind, Are gone, lost in the sands of time.
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priyanka-dey
Kolkata, India
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
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