Saturday, August 15, 2015

Promises

I looked for You at the Foot of the Rainbow
Only to Find  Footprints
There was a Sweet Smell Of Love in the Air
Nostalgia Every Where
Standing Still
I heard my Heartbeat
And felt Yours
My Eyes Scoured the Horizon
Not a trace
Only Memories
And the Promise of a Tryst.





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