Sunday, November 18, 2012

A Face in the crowd


A lonely butterfly
lost behind her way
wandering alone
no one to show her way . . .

she loves someone
keeping a space in her heart
but she is just a face in the crowd
he is not saving a little love for her . . .

wherever she goes
whatever she do
with whom she with
she keeps the same space
deep inside her heart
devoted for him
keeping his memories
as her endless love . . .

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