You Never Thought
Sunday, November 28, 2010
The place where once you parted with me,
I am still standing there with hands stretched.
Ages have been passed but you never looked back.
You promised me you will return one day;
You promised me you will be back by spring.
Springs have been passed:
Of youth, of love, of life too.
I am no more a spring flower now,
But I am still here waiting for you.
I didn’...
