I Will Leave The Last Line For You To Fill I want it to be all of a sudden, for death can be a hardened gunslingerslow as that cursed dawn which doesn’t (always) consider it a duty to dispel the dark. I wonder why this ridiculous thing always gets to choose
Beautiful though, beautifully capture in a poem.
Loved reading that, Sunil.
Thank you so much...it really means a lot...
The only thing that remains is the glow of memory
...and just hoping we don't get amnesia by then!!!
One last word, one last hug and one last smile and then GO !
Ah, I hope the universe allows us this luxury!
Left me all dreamy, man!
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