Remember the days of yore
The road back to your place
A time when i felt new
The youth of my lucky days
You used to look at me
And so quickly look away
I too stole a few glimpses
Thought that was my lucky day
How our hands brushed each other's
While walking back from school
To think that as my lucky day
I must have been a fool
"bye!" last word you'd smile
On the junction, at the dusk
And that voice to my ears
I thought, was my luck
But now no more school
You must have grown tall
The dusk, junction, and the road
Misses my lucky girl...
Monday, March 16, 2009
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