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Never or Ever?…

The month of May is here.
The nights are still, sweet and clear.
Blossoming flowers on the trees.
Honeysuckle taste the flowers so sweet,
Glory falls on them on quiet feet,
But missed me…
My love and peace is hidden in his chest,
I know for sure , in there I can never be.
He miss me, and shine his light on the rest.
In my heart love will cry forever…
No matter how hard I try to seek you,
Chances are still Never, Never, Never…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag