In the whispers of the street
I can hear your voice loud
Sitting on the bench
And smiling somehow
Walking along the river path
Hand in hand just you and me
I dream that every day and night
Where I know you belong with me:)
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UnSpoken Words!!
PoetryPoetry is the purest form, which connects souls and hearts. And here I am to connect those. So Please give it a try and read it. I am sure you won't be disappointed.
