There are pretty places in this world
Where I want to roam with you
A basket in hand, some music in the car..
I picture us like a moving frame
Pausing …resuming
I have made envelopes of feelings
Open no?
Some unfinished letters by the bedside
Soaked in midnight tears
And the reason why I wake up?
To see my reflection in your eyes
3 comments:
loved the expression!
Your post reminded me of a much loved song.
saavan ke kuch bheege bheege din rakhe hain
aur mere ik khat main lipti raat padi hai
vo raat bhulaa do, mera vo saamaan lauta do..
@Live2cherish : thank you!
@wanderingminstrel : That is a lovely verse. I am that this common feeling resonates across writers.
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