Thought it was a spark
Spark of the rubbing of two flints
Spark lost in the bright day light
Missed the last snowfall together
Searching for that flake you touched
Flake that was lost in you
Time was so great
Those moments so kind
But I was never yours'
and you were never mine..
Apoorva
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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