Sunday, 24 May 2015

Age of our love








And towards her last breath, I was the only one left for her  to love.

She left her flesh behind, so as I, not a moment more neither less.

And there comes a silence after all it ends.

As we crawl to our age of immortality, so as our love.

 



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