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

Only mine...

It has been a rainy day I met you in solitude....

U being so bright and juvinile among the multitude...

The nimleness of ur fingers.....the scent of delight...

Full of life,grace and the might..

The forehead,as if the dropping of daylight...

Face had the glow of "The curved moon of the mirthy evening "

I kept staring at you,as if the it was "My first seeing"

Cozyness of your "absense's presence" still retains...

In the forlorn hour, even in this seasonal shower!!!


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