Basked out in the wilderness,
The memories of Love whispering
Plaintive songs in the wind, words in rippling waters…
Busy days and long hours cannot still down the emptiness,
Broken promises are still echoing
In the hearts of deserted lovers…
So if blue skies make the eyes misty
And cool summer breeze make one dreamy,
It is simply the memory of being basked out in the wilderness
Of leaving a dream imprinted in the memory;
The feeling of having reached out for heaven eternally
Until reality dawns through with un-expected Loneliness...
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