• bjaylaxmi 9w

    On the top of the terrace
    with a cup of your memory.
    Of course with the acquaintance air,
    which has been like a fairy.

    With the tempered cloud,
    and too with the charming stars,
    though these souls are presenting
    because, we all know
    your aura is coming here.

    That unknown town has
    already given the intimation
    like as before,
    after the autumn,
    that day to remember will come.

    And see I am here dear,
    I can see you beneath the clouds.
    And the crony wind is blowing

    Of course, I wouldn't see your
    existence. Though I would see you
    by your nonexistence.