Where you left me?
As you know
This is the last Villa
And here the street ends.
Wind comes to me
without you
Then
the rain,
hotty summer,
all without you.
Where you left me?
I forgot everything, except you
And all from you as that in the past.
When close my eyes
I can heard your songs of wisdom.
When I walk along the street
I feel your presence,
And I realize that
Everything is a kind of feeling.
Prasanth M
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