Me used to wave hand to a child -
at the morning walk..
she was with her grandpa - always..
she shy - but started to smile on me..
a rose..
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a day he sat alone..
"where is she?"
"left.. left with her parents to London -
for their work.."
he never trembled -
perfect hiding..
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everyday when me passing his house
he starts to wave his hand on me
then onwards..
just a big rose..
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me feel - he thought that
me too longing for that gal -
LIKE HIM..
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there is indepth beauty in your writings.
ReplyDeletethis post reminded me of one lady holding an elderly man's hands leading him to and from the temple....I know there is a difference here...not a kid and elderly man...but still
house is a prison - for elders and childs..
ReplyDeletefeel - u r the first follower..
ho god.. thankyou for ur kindness..