Two plates on a counter,two glasses on a table.
To dream of this life, if only I was able.
My knight , his armour, of which I see a shine
My bard, his song, of which I hear a rhyme
I know it isn't,
But I wish it were mine.
One touch, one breath is all I get for today
I know it must end,
But just not today...just not today.
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Shraddha E
Member Since: 30 May, 2017
Scientist by training, marketeer by profession, writer at heart. Part time agony aunt, part time singer, full time earring hoarder, all time survivor. Not that aliens are attacking me , but in case they ever do, they should know my all time favori...
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