Trying to know to the deepest level,
interpreting all words and silence
Showing the best and worst both,
neither hidden facts, nor pretence
Heart beats working as music,
breath replacing the scent
Engrossed in each other,
ignoring the crowd present
Walking across the sea beach,
or city’s dirty narrow lane,
with a wish to stop the time,
and a promise to meet again.
*Written by BHAWNA.
Courtesy:"Ah, poetry... " , An orkut Community.
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