How many times I weave few words of love,
But refrain from showing you.
And those occasions when I harness some thoughts,
But abolish to express.
I often smile gazing the moon,
When I see your reflection in its shadow from time to time.
And the pitter-patter of raindrops on that windowsill,
How it reminds me of our endless talk.
The summer nights,
The starlit skies,
The evening hues,
The wilderness sights,
Every nature’s caper brings back the vivid memories,
The days of our bonding,
The trail of those beautiful times.
I try reaching out to you,
And though you are near,
Yet far away from my yearning heart
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