By Akash
Date: 12 December 2000
Moon Drop Tears...
As you grow old and not be so pretty anymore,
And when your hair turns grey and your makeup hides your wrinkles,
And every time you shiver when you look at the mirror,
One thing will not change, the way you rest your head on my shoulder,
And as you talk about how we met and our everlasting friendship,
Your tears will just be the same, they will drip down your cheeks like melting moon drops,
And I shall collect them on my palm like beads of precious pearls.
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