It was not romantic
But was more shocking for me & her,
Together we were staring at the concrete fall.
In the same spot where she was in my arm
And, I was holding her tight.
Thanks to the passerby *cough*
That we were back to life,
Seeing the awkward situation,
I felt rather shy....
With a thirsty heart I released her,
And set her free.
But just with,
"Thank...you... Sir... "
She greeted her Goodbye.
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The Lady & Concrete Fall
PoetryWith a "thund" the concrete was on the floor and, she was in my arm... . . Days passed month ended Years came & gone And I felt as if my love story Will always be on hold.... What happens, if you will meet someone, for whom you were in long sear...
