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The cracks on my withered wooden door.
I saw a familiar shadow walking past,
I sensed someone walking on the silent floor.
I walked up to the door to open it,
I felt desperate to silence my illusion.
I found beads you wore on your anklets
Scattered all over the splintered floor.
I bent down and gathered them,
Placed them one by one safely in my palm.
Silver tear drops wet them silently,
As I clasped them closer to my heart.
The music has stopped long back,
Your dancing feet have disappeared.
Separated by time we live different lives,
But love still stays alive deep within the heart.
- VJ Says ~ Cheers and Peace !