The Freshness of a Gale
There is a coolness in the air,
That brushes across my brows
The freshness of a gale,
That reminds me of you.
Though the aroma is still fresh,
In the lady of the night;
But the memory of your charm,
Glows on and on.
Can you be so close
And your warmth be so far.
Some day in near future
Should we not meet?
Arm in arm,
Under the starry stars with you.
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2008
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