when you grow old and grey,
when life seems to come to halt
when you sit by the fire in the house
open this book and read these lines..
how love fled away once
and hid among the mountains
amongst the crowd..
how once were you loved by many,
their love either true or false
but yet so much of your beauty
that it covered the viewers' eyes mesmerized!
there was only one among all those
who loved the pilgrim soul within you
and yearned to be the alchemist
to find the dream of the soft love..
and pace to the depth of your eyes
and turn your dream into real..
Lovely!!!!!!!
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