Listening to the faraway nightingale croon..
Sitting atop the vast sand dune..
I remember those days in June..
Among the brides and grooms..
Never sensing the impending dooms..
We floated in and out of rooms..
As if in dreams, how we felt we were on the moon..
Times bygone, am here alone
In front of my eyes reality looms..
So I close them and drift away to the world where fairy tale still zooms..
About the Author
Anubhuti
Joined: 25 Aug, 2015 | Location: , India
I am, was and will remain an avid reader. Writing, however, is a new, though not unexplored territory. Earlier my writing was limited to reports, presentations, opinions and other writing assigments which, though were part of my job, I enjoyed doing ...
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