• sreerag 50w

    To be one is to be one in a million

    Their eyes met

    Her eyes still had the sparkle

    The mind wandered off to those

    Memories and the dream that once was

    A hillside home with a garden around

    And a lake beside

    A pony for the little boy to ride

    But alas, both being hesitant

    For the fear of rejection

    They walked away

    Only to be regretted later.