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

Miss it.....


In the unknown corners of heart some desires cling...
It knocks my heart to go for  swing
The beauty of the moment;
The glory of the time spent
Allow me to spent time with you;
Which nowadays I find every moment  I need something new..
The wise talks,the soft whispers,the mystery of the lonely hour
The giggling smile,the genial hug,the cozy hold of hands…..

I wonder where its lost ……in the past pages of time…or in the fast flipping pages of our Busy life ?????

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