Wednesday, July 14, 2010

OPTION-"Arrest of Leave"

The far I go
The closer you seem to me
The mild voice I spray
this heart pounds more faster
And sounds more fiercer, you know
I took your or I kept your memories aside 
But you came and brought
Pleasant breeze of memories to remember you


No, now I can't go on like this


either you adapt my life
My heart
, my memories 
Me and altogether
Or let me free;
Free from your senses
Your voices, your smiles
Your touch, you and completely


Your shadows too.....

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