Sunday 16 August 2015

Colored

The reference of things
Remind me of you
The name of few things
Remind me of you

The way we sat together
In the sand holding hands
The way the light disappeared
Where the sky meets the land

The memory is so strong
Everything else seems so blurred
And when I draw you with the paintbrush
All my memories become coloured..

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