• rekesh 194w


    She was something special, that whisky on the rock kinda lady , with shy aura. I have poetries inscribed about her freckles. Perhaps a melody reincarnates in her imperfection. And my worst regret would always be time, for time never froze , leaves of memory withered with change of seasons. Leaving me wishful for a moment again, when she rode shotgun singing to the radio.