ramarabin
Time still seeked your sweaty palms, I still kept those petals in my book stand,yes I my night lamp still reminisces your fleety touch , Powerful is the urge to melt,to lose myself amongst the ravages you left, My weakness mocks me to look at you one last time, and I do. As they lay you into the coffin wrapped in the tricolour I do,I look at you one last time. Yes,yes my love I can never be strong again.