as the tears crept slowly down my cheeks;
the great feeling of Love in a Mist,
and the collage of memories,
Blurring at the edges, like a watercolor painting...
Together we leave the whole world behind,
to capture those sweet sunny hours....
before the seeing off....
a great ride to the mist....
"memories blurring at the edges" this shud have been one line,.then its ultimate,..
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