My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

Flare...

I have known U since the day U have Known me....

But knowingly or unknowingly U have forgotten how U have known me......

The dewy morning,the hot sip of coffee dark....

The touch ,the warmth of your delightful spark...

Had the compassion,the ecstasy of that fragnant Rosemary.....

Red,Redder and reddish tinge of dat colourless "cherry".....

Is missing U,missing the time .....

Waiting for the moments to breathe Alive........:D :D


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