She collects the droplets of mist,
as though they are,
scattered bits of her own,
and as the hour passes by,
she keeps missing you more,
as though you are,
her lost home!!
She collects the droplets of mist,
as though they are,
scattered bits of her own,
and as the hour passes by,
she keeps missing you more,
as though you are,
her lost home!!
Memories, it’s amazing how they build the very fragments on which we perceive the ‘success’ of our lives. Having treasured persons form the integral part of such memories isn’t far from achieving happiness in life.
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True… thank you 🙂
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