Poem 46#

Promise me,we’ll meet.

This time, would be our final greet.

I’ll be there waiting for you,

Under the settling sun,

by the egde of the sea.

We’ll walk hand in hand this time,

The past long gone,

Yet present by our side,

The shadow’s growing long.

We’d be staring at a reunion,

Once again.

So promise me,

We’d sit by each others side,

‘Lover’s we’d appear

In the silhouette,

And as the moon would shine too bright,

I’d look into your eyes and smile,

But this time,

I won’t fall in love.

Rather, know

That it’s time,

To say,


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