Sunday, March 18, 2012

A Masher Mellow

Contemplated how we used to talk
Old days while down street we walk
Ran in rain laughing as were getting soak
And few desparate days we were hated to ask

Enliven hopes forcen in to mind
Even let you be that much of kind
 I knew you are free beeing winged
Still feel same but we were happily lived

I'm never beseeched you knew
But was that  the mistake I outgrew
From  that moment said you have flew
Dissevered souls mashed by a masher mellow

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