On a cold night

On a cold night,

Let me walk with you. Let me share the cup of piping hot coffee which you cherish. Let me hold your hand. Let me look at your fingers as you draw on my palm. Let me pull you close, as you shiver under the impassioned winds. Let me look at you as you smile at the crescent in the sky. Let me walk back with you. Be with me..

On a cold night.

(This blog has completed two years of existence. A heartfelt thank you to every one who has read it.)


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