When the orange evening meets the blue of the sky
My heart leaps a thousand miles all at once.
I free my hair and let it run wild along with my heart
My skin tingles in the warmth,
And my heart becomes a fluttering butterfly.
I stand there, there somewhere in the horizon
I whisper to the passing wind to take me along to a distant land,
Where I could cage this scene in my vision and never blink.
The wind stops dead and whispers back, " come along!"
I pack my bags , I hire a caravan,
I leave back a thousand memories as I sail for a thousand more.
I hold onto a few, I let go a lot more.
I blot the yellowing pages as I travel places.
The world seems awake , life seems beautiful
And I open my eyes and long for this dream,
A gypsy in me dreams of it with open eyes!
"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
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