Friday, February 19, 2016

WAITING DOWN

The story unwinds itself 
Beneath the looks of the moon
On the bridge 
Came she 
Just like the wind 
I could feel every moment 
Every single word 
Was memory for me 
Every single of her smile
Redefined the previous one
I was soaked deep 
Into the charm 
Oblivious of the fact 
She, like the wind 
Was gone 
One day
I kept waiting down 
Under the bridge 




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