winter song

It was the winter season
When I heard your song


Your Voice
Voice
Voice
Made the cold stones tremble.



Awakened, renewed and revived
I dug for the snow-covered tulip
And offered it...to you
A token for a beautiful song


Voice
Voice
Voice
Until you stopped


I watched with tear-filled eyes
As your figure vanished
Among the clouds.


You left me.




But not your winter song.

Another coffee session in starbucks

some love stories are not meant to happen.

they should forever remain as stories...

and they should not get through one's heart.



they should however remind us

that it's meant to teach us..

make us better..

and stronger than ever before.




all im saying is..

there's no such thing as "us"


but we had a story to tell.

and all in all...


it was beautiful.


thank you...


all the best in the world..



chris