That day,
When she was,
Tuning her guitar,
That sound,
Drew her away,
Away from the conscience,
Near the nature,
With the wind,
In the droplet,
Above a leaf,
Was that required,
She must be thinking,
Her hands stopped,
And her guitar,
Was away,
I was in the balcony,
Observing her,
With a lit cigarette,
Her face changed,
That natural psyche,
Dissolved her,
In the memories,
And I dissolved,
In her eyes,
I wasn't sure,
About what that was?
And she spoke,
Communication gap,
I realized,
She must have had a fight,
Over a simple stuff,
And that...
The communication gap,
Ended all,
Foolish girl,
I thought...
Couldn't deal with it? ? ?
For god sake,
Cigarette flame,
Kissed my fingers,
And I observed,
A communication barrier,
Within...
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