I float in the languor of those blithe days,
when eyes twinkled with sparkles,
and lips shiver with the yearning of some unfulfilled desires,
when days start with no abomination
and nights went by with fixated eyes
looking at the moon finding your impressions,
when the wait was golden,
when the touch of skin sent millions of sparks,
when life was bliss,
when smiles came by without much rhyme or reason,
I often drift way to those times and I smile,
for this is also a way to get consumed in the grift of your unrequited love

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