Hands inside my pockets
Face covered in a mask
I was strolling in my memory lane
As an age old stranger
The cold was gripping
Roads were dusty
My vision was blurred
But the path was always inside
:As an age old stranger
Hiding behind the walls and mist
Blinking straight at my eyes
Surviving the random puddles
Carefully jumping over the creeks
Her toes seemed swollen
Teeth were chattering
But determined were her steps
Her beauty piercing the thick fog
And poof she disappears
It felt like a dream always
I was focusin.....
A silhouette forms in the sea of fog
She appears out of nowhere
A thin jacket
Pair of dirty sandals
A trendy but worn out trousers
Warm eyes
And beautiful curves
Composing a crafted beauty
My heart didn't beat faster
Neither it skipped for a second
It just sang as always
But the song was different
And it showered all the divinity
She turned looking at me
Rolling up and down
Her eyes checked me
She smiled and entered behind another wall
Her hide and seek contained giggles now
Free were her steps now.
I continued my walk
She was constantly buzzing my mind
I was walking her
She holding my arms
But she was gone
Somewhere i couldnt remember
And i smiled
She couldn't remember me as well
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