Saturday, March 22, 2014

Just let it be,

If the evening sings
Songs of love,
And sweet scent of rain
If the breeze carries
to your bylane,
Think not of me,

Just let it be,

If the clouds come down
On your floor,
If the wind knocks hard
At your door,
Think not of me,

Just let it be,

If few big dollops fall
On your window,
And if you hum a tune
Of a rock, tender and slow,
Think not of me,

Just let it be.

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