9 january 2014
Walking on the Beach
I wish I could walk on the long beach all alone.
Where all my sadness would flow.
The noisy waves keeps my inner loudness silent.
But the sunset cries for me all alone.
When this water touches my feet,
My soul becomes cold
And starts narrating my story once told.
Yet again but don't want to hold
Those memories which are now old.
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