Through the limits of mirror
The passing of time.
just a reflection of the past
embossing the present,
embedding the moments to come,
echoes of infinite sparkles,
whispers of lives unlived
dragging shadows to return.
Tears shed ,and memory lingers
in the embrace of life,
almost as the dew awaiting the
touch of eternal love.
P.S : Quite a while since i visit the bloggers n wrote , its been a busy Month for me , but keeping in touch you folks , I will surely not forget..will be here ..
