A call from far away wakes me admist the drizzle and I am drowned down the nostalgic passionate evenings we had together once a long while ago.  The days were glorious and evenings surreal. 

Was the beauty so expensive, I could not beat the price which dears with rise??

In a faint voice, I urge thee.. 

keep me in memory

For I am fallible and flawed

I am the man, who said I do. 
What happened to us??? I asked in that drunk evening. 

Perhaps!!

Time and too many secrets.

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