It was just a conversation overnight.
Nothing more than sharing the days events.
The starry night was building on.
Separated by distance it was not unusual.
Separated by distance it was not unusual.
They talked about the traditions, weather, studies.
Random everything including the set time.
Cold and hot, wake and sleep, nothing mattered.
One fell asleep. Then the other did.
But there was a lingering in the air.
An aura Of left conversations.
But there was a lingering in the air.
An aura Of left conversations.
It's like treading on less important issues.
And never wondering where it's gonna lead.
sometimes, you meet some people and when you are with them, all that matters is that you are with them. you make talk, cause although to sit quietly and dream is perfect, its not fashionable. sometimes, you get so close to someone, words aren't needed anymore. no?
ReplyDeleteI agree. Very true :)
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