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Fingers Of Time…

The dream of youth…
Will pass with tender years,
Fading in the past…
Like the sun sinks to sleep.
The fingers of time will write a new story,
As I shall pass away from your life.
The hours we spent together,
Will be forgotten covering like dead.
Times loves a new lay,
As the old one comes to an end…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag