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Bond Without A Sin…

The time will trod me in the dust,
Memories with be covered with the rust.
No one will ever think of me and cry,
I will be written down on the pages of history.

The Spring, sun, and the moon,
Will give me a new face soon.
Will blossom in every flower,
The fragrance will remind you of every hour…

Hear me, smell me, touch me and feel me,
This is the new place now I am going to be.
Our love has so deep the roots within,
Will cherish this bond without any sin…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag