Nostalgic
Sound of falling drops in the darkness of life,
I used to love rain and my life,
Things changes badly and wisely in the past years,
The fear of losing you is no big fear,
The happiness around you is your cover,
Your shadows grant me reason to live in tears,
It’s not your smile which make me live more,
May be the gray eyes again acted as my cure.
©sahil_madan [₱ọẻẗ ọḟ ṦổṹḺ]
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 9:16 AM UTC
Nostalgic
Sound of falling drops in the darkness of life,
I used to love rain and my life,
Things changes badly and wisely in the past years,
The fear of losing you is no big fear,
The happiness around you is your cover,
Your shadows grant me reason to live in tears,
It’s not your smile which make me live more,
May be the gray eyes again acted as my cure.
©sahil_madan [₱ọẻẗ ọḟ ṦổṹḺ]
old sweet memories
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