Sunday, 5 January 2014

 New York at Night, Vivienne Gucwa

Down memory lane
They walk hand in hand
May be a gray oblivion
Hides the pathways
They journeyed together
Still the cobbled moments
They trod on eons ago
Are illuminated
By love’s light
Both of them look like
The silhouettes of trees
Deeply rooted on life’s course
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