By Akash
Date: 8 September 2000
Last Night...
Words that come on your lips and fade away,
Something that I see all the time you talk to me,
Seem to float on the surface of your eyes,
Deep like the ocean and infinite like the sky,
Your gleaming face like the moon bathed in silvery night,
Seem to pour honey overnight...
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