Unending .......

"Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever."

I can read your nameless face but i accept my inability to read your eyes when your footprints are printed on the sand.



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  • Wow! Very nice.

  • Wow! It's very copy-pasted, dumbass. Google Rabindranath Tragore before you go kissing the virtual ass of some plagiarizing window licker. The OP is one d****** too many on this page, don't add to the mess.

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