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Through The Window…

Through the window I see the crystal moon.
Cold and slow winter, a desire to meet you soon.
The wrinkled body of the log, in the fire-place,
Brings all those memories, and all the traces.
A love which was unfinished,
A story incomplete,that no one heard.
The tic- tac of the clock, reminds me of one thing,
The spring will come soon and the birds will sing.
You are destined for me, waiting to bloom,
Yes the day will bring some fragrance in our life soon.
Within me that fire is not extinguished not forgotten,
My love and desire feeds the fire, fuel it every day and night..

© 2012 Pimmi Nag

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