My Meetings.
People meet and depart
By taking or breaking heart
leaves behind the memory of past
Which forever long last.
The unexpected meeting
changed the world around me
Which was so beautiful as it could never be
Everyday was an excitement which now i can't find
The days are gone leaving me behind.
Now, the sweet memory becomes a mere dream
Whenever thought comes; the eyes gleam.
A weak expectation remains together
The hopeful eyes searching rather.
The fabled days had been swept away
With the time and disappeared in the haze
But the memory altogether remains
The heart wanting the time to repeat again.
Saturday, October 2, 2004
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