Flashback

Rain is falling down on the hard soil
reminding me the day
I first met her
a tear rolled down
from the corner of my eye
my heart shrunk
with the parting pain



Poetry by Amar Gurung
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Written on 2009-08-24 at 05:43

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Zalan
neva' mind..this is wat we call life..one thing we must kip in our mind that if autumn comes then spring is not far behind....
2009-08-24